Oh nothing dear, I'm not mad at you.
Is she yes,
in relationships it the most often is.
Passive aggressive
do you ever feel like
that you will never be able
to read her mind.
Playing in the mud I am guilty of
calling out my ex's name.
Even though there was no other
in between
those years before I met her.
Then come the flash backs
and you
are no longer trusted to walk the dog.
In or out for more than a few minutes
that hurts the most.
Hurting this woman is at what in the past
men have done.
Indications other wise make you think
of all the birds
you never caught in the bushes.
Painting her
with a big brush and you
just might catch her with her mouth
hanging open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem