Your back, just like a habit,
that I've tried years to stop;
you weren't content beneath me,
you wanted on the top.
To wear the pants and strut,
to have the final say;
but every time you talked,
your foot got in the way.
I was happy when you left me,
the stress of you was gone;
the bickering, the quarrels,
they just went on and on and on.
Without you, I had peace,
now you come groaning back;
cut out the whining wails,
and please, cut me some slack.
There can't be two alpha males,
forget it, your a broad!
and two similar attractions,
can make one super odd.
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Topic(s): unrequited love
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