The lonely poet

She

I smile  she  shouts  I  drop  my  head  as  i turn roll  my  eyes  with  a  bit  of  a  pout, what\'s  that  face  for  she  shouts  but  she  knows  what  it\'s  for  we\'ve  been  here  before, yesterday  and  the  day  before  and  the  day  before  so  on  so  forth, hopefully  not  forever  and  forever  more.

Every  day  it\'s  but  a  few  hours  before  she\'s  started  and  I\'m  heading  for  the  door, I\'m only human  I can\'t take  it  its  not  what  I\'m  here  for.

You may think this is a rant and a rave  but it\'s all I can do not to snap and my sanity  to save. 

I\'m not for one moment  saying  it\'s  all  one  way  I have my own faults  it\'s  fair  to  say.

One thing I can say I definitely  do  not  is take everything  out  on  her  use  her  as  an  emotional  mop .

I leave a few  days  come  back  it  stops  at  least  for  twenty  four  hours  then  she\'ll  have  a  strop, then round  and round  we go again  when  will  it  stop  I really  know  not  to  her  I\'m just  an  emotional  target  with  a  massive  red  dot  .

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