I was standing in my usual spot in the back corner having an inner debate as to whether or not I should have another shot of Captain Morgan.
Since I had three already I was pretty sure I knew who was gonna win.
Good judgment seems to fly ou(more)t the window when I've had a few shots and the sight of her watching him was getting on my nerves.
I know I shouldn't let it bother me, she's an insect on the windshield of life and it's only a matter of time until she's squashed.
But I would love nothing more than to be the one to squash her.
Instead, I just watch and wait.
It's embarrassing really, the way she blatantly follows him around but she has no shame, especially when she's drunk.
Which is enough to change my mind about another shot so I order a coke instead.
She circles him like he's carrion and she's the buzzard ready to swoop down and feed on him.
He's come to hate her which says a lot, he doesn't like to tap into that emotion too often but a person can only take so much stalking before they lose it.
I'd be more than happy to step in and lose it for him.
A little bit of violence appeals to me more than I should probably admit.
There's something satisfying about the thought of my fist smashing into her face repeatedly.
I can almost hear the crunch of cartilage as her nose collapses under my punch. I wouldn't even mind the blood, I think I'd actually enjoy it as long as it resulted in her pain.
She's caused enough pain to fill a stadium and she's gotten away with it for a little too long.
It's my time for action.
Always looked smaller and cozier
When we used to embrace each other
Giggling, boxing, pinching…
Pillow fights and Making love…
I always thought
(more) this was meant to be smaller
So that we would be
Close enough to share our breaths…
One July night
I never knew bed had two corners
We were together But still apart
Fights had taken place
Hatred had made its way
We did not spoke
But still I heard screams in night
The light were off
But today no star was twinkling
Darkness had surrounded
No one touched it other
But still there presence was irritating
Eyes were closed yet open
Dreams were there but broken….
Both are upset
Both are down
But who would say first word
Egos are frown
What a tiny fight can do to husband and wife
Hope this should not happen again in my life(less)