Heading For Divorce Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

How many nights I wake up at midnight?
To find you sleeping comfortably on the couch
Must be tired of this, you and I
But what did I do for you to be so cold?
I just wanted to be creative
As though, you were an angel
Coming an hour after dinner
And not hungry for yr favorite meal
That I spent all afternoon to prepare
You just go straight to bed
Saying the boss is on yr back
And she's a tyrant
Funny, I met and found her nice
With that, I knew something was up
Sure, I can be nosy
But I thought communication was the key
To a happy relationship
Why are you distant?
Is there someone else?