Another Page in the Notebook

Maybe this could do some good
It's not like I've know you
For less than my whole life.

If you took off the mask,
You'd see what I was talking about.

"We never fight,
Just get it right"
If I had a word for each time you fought,
I'd write a novel.
And it'd be painful.

Just because pain works for you
Doesn't mean you've got to spread the word.
I like a little sprinkle.
But downpours and showers?
Those aren't proper,
Like you taught me to be.

These nights are repetitive.
Just so repetitive.
Here goes another stroke of the pen:
My life as a poem.

It's your fault this time.

How can you expect so much
When you've acheived so little?
I love you at the best of times
But this is not one of them.

Please don't come home tomorrow.
Please, just walk away.