An Argument Between Lovers - Poem by mike ruthenbeck
He: I tell you the truth, it is you that I love!
So i feel the need to say this bluntly;
For me to arrive to an angry shove
is something I think to be quite cuntly!
She: What! what was that! ? What did you say to me! ?
Say it again and you know i will leave!
Sweeter than honey and sting like a bee;
Going you're only a stain on my sleeve!
He: Better a stain on your sleeve than elsewhere!
I treat you so good and you say those things! ?
Now you've awoken the bear from his lair
Cooking alive in the heat that you bring!
She: It was you who forgot the time of day!
It was you for whom i now have to pay!
He: Don’t give me that! It was you who faltered!
you sugar coat your own timely demise!
She: Blow some more smoke at this mistook alter!
Don’t act so high and mighty and wise!
I pleaded with you to stay for the night;
And leaving me made it all feel like lies.
It was you who started up this whole fight
so that every time a part of me dies.
He: I know I was wrong my love forgive me!
and your rebuttal socked me in the nut.
if you could too apologize, you see,
I could probably keep my mouth more shut.
She: I’m sorry, my love, I took it so hard.
He: I’m sorry too, i dealt you a bad card.
She: How do we fix this? there should be action...
words wont heal up those words so quickly.
what will you do to rejoin our faction?
can I know you shan’t treat me so sickly?
He: of coarse my love, we've made our amends here
Ill give to you what I take and much more
and faith in me will release us from fear.
I'll carry the shame of feeling this poor.
She: Well firstly, if you need to speak bluntly,
I swear to you this promise I’ll keep,
Referring to me again as cuntly
will leave my knife buried in your heart deep.
He: never again will I call you cuntly.
She: not even when you're putting things bluntly.
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