You are here right here with me,
looking through, not at me
We are suffering quietly,
so much is said, silently
The TV plays way too loud
You stomp your feet too proud
Neither of us is willing to do,
what's needed to get us through
You give me an icy glare,
interrupting my focused stare,
slapping me into reality
of how bad it is between you &me
The washer machine in the background,
cleans up dirt without a sound
But you & I can't get
by,
our dirt gets materialized
Behind the walls we are seen,
as a couple whose grass is green
While eating our dinner we fall apart.
as we eat the other's hearts
The fence is white & the flowers bloom.
as we explode in the living room
The pictures hung so perfectly,
like we once used to be
