Stuck in the rut.

Is this it?

I know him, alright.

He goes in the bathroom, breaking wind.

He's gargling now.

Then, he'll make food.  It makes  me wretch.

 

He's looking at me.

See my flesh its creeping so.

He brings me tea.

Loathsome liquor. Grind my teeth.

 

Moved bedrooms.

That was years ago. Yes! No sweating next to me.

Now snoring free.

Is he crying?  Yes, so what!

 

At times he tries.

Touching my hand, my waist, my knee.

I glare and freeze.

"Why does this man still love me?"

 

Tries to please me.

All that cooking, washing up. Buys me fancies.

I'm lazy.  He made me so.

I ignore his chattles. Shut him up.

 

He's vile and loathesome. Repulses me! 

Makes my life so slow and grim.

God! Please stop me feeling lazy.

Give me strength to make him leave.

 

To think I once desired him.

Wince!  Lusted for him.

Now his sweat is acid drops.

His eyes glaze like dead bullocks.

Author's Note

Is this the real desperate housewives?

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

You know what they say can’t live with it can live without it.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Got the nail on the head with relationships..Sad that some go like that..This write surprised me when thought again and again that a man wrote this one..Good work..I was gladden when I read your very complimentary review of my work..It made my day brighter..Sunflower

[Thurston]

Great last two lines. For the rest, well, yes, it sets the scene for the last two lines.
Reminds me of, or reminiscent of, Peggy Lee in "Is That All There Is" (To A Fire). The wife who has just about had enough of the leaden, dead, deflated, depleted, bloated, farting, hairy, thing called Love. ("Is That All There Is -- To Love?).
So she makes a big song and dance about it. Entertains us with her verbal gymnastics (Is That All There Is -- To A Circus?).
But now I'm ready for that final disappointment, when she murders him with a Polly Ruffle spine ripped from the fish as it lays panting on the chopping board.
(IS That All There Is To The Hangman's Noose?).
This is not a poem for young lovers. Otherwise, I'd give it to someone you really would like to kill. They might die of disappointment.

[Samuel Dickens]

It is amazing how sour a relationship can turn in a short few years, so this poem is no exageration. I've seen it happen like this in my own family. Too bad, too sad.

[there is no more from m..]

amazing i loved it :)

[LeeLee Ryder]

A grinding love you can sink your teeth in ...Familiarity breeds contempt, I take it..
Anyway... Breaking wind is a familiar tune..
LeeLee