you hung curtains in my kitchen.
not the point.
except that's just it.
it's my kitchen.
why do you think you can bring curtains
into my house
and tell me that you're glad
it's all worked out
and that you think we've
really got this one thing going
pretty well.
and i say, maybe you're right
and i remember your track record,
and my hand starts shaking thinking
of the way you used to be before i let you think i tamed you.
and i can't remember the name for curtain rods at the time,
when i'm telling you you need to reinforce those curtain poles,
and you laugh at me.
and it's like a foreshadowing of the next few years of my life
where i'm living under what used to be my own roof,
sharing it with you and second-guessing myself
each night before i go to bed,
whether or not you're in it.
and i can't help but think
i've got myself in too deep to tell you no.
so what?
so we can play house and fuck in the dining room
with the good table cloth on?
i don't know man.
this is all happening pretty fast and
i don't think it was me you even wanted in the first place.
i'm gonna have to replace those curtains.

12/25/2007

Posted on 12/26/2007
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