Working at it

We never agreed to be that nauseating couple,
That everyone wants to take to with a shovel.
We never agreed to even be the couple.
But I'm working at it.

We never sat down and talked about where this was going.
It just went, without too much effort,
And that's where we're going wrong,
I'm working at it.

We never realised that sex wouldn't be the be-all and end-all,
Not with us, who always swore it was only sex.
We said that the day that we went to bed and cuddled, would be the last day.
I'm still working at it.

I never realised that I'd be one of those women,
That kissed you when you came home from work,
Did the washing up, the hoovering, washing your clothes,
After three and a half years I'm still working at it.

You're not, though.
So I log on, and work on my poetry instead.