Parasitic  Love

Why is it that I want to slit my wrists
When you start cleaning saturday afternoon
Scream into a down pillow
the moment you touch a broom
Why do I waste my spit
When my mouth is so dry
begging you for the truth
When I know you'll just lie
Why do I let you spew all over me
Your whole day worth of complaints
Listen to you constantly reference your beauty
While I watch the skin be eaten from your face
Why do I act like I find you attractive
wasting my energy passing advances
If glue could be made from rejection
I wouldn't need thread for stitches
Instead I pack all my wounds
With fiercely growing resentments