Like a lizard and you were afraid
Of the sticky tongue clinging to your scalp
A residue of hate and leftover breakfast
Used condoms in the bin a reminder
Not to forget the kids lunches
And why hadn't we used rubbers earlier?
Save us all this trouble of lawyers
Courts and restraining orders
But back then it was love... or lust
What is it now?
Some sick dog nobody wants to put down?
He'd talked his way in again
By some magic you couldn't resist
Pity for the boy inside the man
Or was it the feel of his touch you missed?
You lean you forehead against
Cool glass of kitchen window
Watch sparrows with matchstick legs
Peck crumbs from the dog's bowl
Once more hear the slamming door
And remember what he said:
You ever leave me, I'll find you
And I'll fucking kill you, bitch.
I swear I’ll make sure you’re dead.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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