Crumbling Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner

What am I supposed to do when I have someone like you?

Walking around egg shells until I am blue.

There's a fear in my heart because you like to play games.

What in the world is our relationship supposed to gain?

We can't move forward because your husband is a coward.

I feel myself getting weaker by the day.

But in your head, everything is okay.

What kind of person puts someone through that kind of stress?

I think I should call the press.

You say it's god putting us to the test.

But to me it's just a big pest.