it's fine--if it's what you want.
i'll sit here and watch you throw things around
and wear the grumps on your face.
minutes pass and possibilities of breaking the silence have run out
after one too man attempts.
and all too suddenly
the little you targets me.
we go our separate ways,
sit in our separate rooms
where i scratch my head.
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i hear the opening of a door.
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slamming.
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it's not fine.
(never fair)
i'm going to bed.
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