fixer upper or lost cause
the underbelly of love
I can make the most of a bad situation,
I’m not scared of a fixer-upper.
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I instruct him like a child:
which flowers to buy,
which table to book
at the restaurant I like.
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My birthday dinner
eaten in silence,
punctuated by lies to the waitress
when she asks if
everything is fine.
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My shoulders are cold
as he pencils in a generous tip;
More kindness shown to strangers
than the woman he claims
will eventually be his wife.
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An argument starts in the car
while it’s still parked.
I didn’t have to act like such a bitch,
he needs to stop thinking with his dick.
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He drives—
it’s only right,
given his constant need for control.
I shiver as he speeds
through a yellow light.
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We’ve barely graduated from the silent treatment,
but now every fight ends with threats
of ending it.
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Life isn’t meant to be lived on the edge;
a predicament of this pairing
with our tempers
of a razor sharp thickness.
You said, “Forever, “ and I almost bought it
I miss fightin’ in your old apartment
Breakin’ dishes when you’re disappointed
I still love you, I promise.
Nothin’ happened in the way I wanted
Every corner of this house is haunted
And I know you said that we’re not talkin’
But I miss you, I’m sorry~ i miss you, i’m sorry by Gracie Abrams