H&H

Thank you for tossing my emotions to the side again.
Like they mean nothing, even mocking me when I let a tear creep by.
Thank you for making me feel just a bit more empty inside, another lonely night.
The house is drenched in silence, and I'm suffocating on your selfishness.
Just take care of yourself sweetheart,
I'll be just fine.
I cook your dinners, wash your clothes, I generate every bit of money that's come in the past month.
But it's OK that you talk to me like I'm stupid.
That stunt you pulled in the bedroom?
I've never in my life felt so disgusted.
Sure you made me cum, in the least sexual way possible.
If you are so miserable, why stay?
One second you love me, the next I don't even exist in your world.
My opinions have become irrelevant, and if I speak on it you say I'm just starting shit.
It's YOUR way. Things done in YOUR time.
But when I asked for 5 minutes, you were disgusted and acted like you couldn't find the time.
I'm sick of this.
You make me feel like a stranger in my home.
Someone who is merely floating trying to keep her head above the wave pool named you.
You don't see what I do.
To point it out, or call attention to your less favorable aspects is like throwing myself under the bus.
My head is fed up, but this heart isn't ready to let you go.
Im torn, stuck between wanting better and knowing I don't deserve someone like that.
How can you live with yourself, seeing what you do to me?
Never trying to fix shit unless youre hungry or horny?