So Over

Toilet seat up again, toothpaste has no cap, towels along with unwashed clothes litter our floor, shower water gone cold, dirty dishes left all week, and broken candle sticks.

TV stuck on ESPN, Wii bowling, at two am. Poker night, boys only, I’m not allowed to play. Girls roaming the town, better arrive home before 3. This man sits out every dance now. Gets angry when another leads me fox-trotting.

That would be enough, but more,
A voice begins grating upon my nerves, always talking, never quiet. Whining, complaining. Nothing could’ve been his responsibility or fault.

Leaving, we’re over