'Til Death, May We Part? Poem by Jessica Lindsey

By the time I said i DO,
I already meant, i DID
and by then all doing had been done.
It used to happen every night
but now. Now i get none.
I've cried
to sleep my bitter self,
I've threatened to go
elsewhere to find
what i say i deserve but i won't.
I don't do things like that and you just called
me so now i'll wash the sheets. Before you get home
from the place you go to make what it takes to keep me.