Saturday, January 15, 2011

On the table

He knows those are my favorite

The frustration that built while we argued - intense
I wanted to slam the door in his face - forget
      He was wrong
      I was right

The argument escalated into a frenzy of words
and I uncouthly said words I regret

I walked back and forth, throwing my arms up in the air
As he repetitively defended his actions
That dent in the wall is evidence

He knows those are my favorite. I knew he would give in.

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