ANOTHER CURVE

the front door screams behind her
a huffy last goodbye
supper sits half finished
it was a pretty good exit cry
but true final farewells
are quiet, with no act
i know the way her fever flows
i know that she'll be back

sometimes she doesn't give me a chance
somtimes i don't give a damn
these days we're given to arguing
using anything we can
you-don't-love-me accusations
"that's right" throws in the salt
go for the heart and don't let loose
i'll last-word you for the fault

sometimes i wish she'd really leave
i pray to god she'll stay
give your enemy an apology
give your lover another day
i can't be all she wants
i might be more than she deserve
every time i think it's straightened out
she throws me another curve
she throws me another curve
she throws me another curve


© 2015 floyd jane.
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