My most favorite vase is broken. You cut my socks into pieces, The ones with flowers and are woven. The champagne flutes I bought for valentine are broken
I trod on your phone because breaking my vase was like you trod on a corn. I cut your payjamas,the one with elves because I was furious when you cut my socks with flowers. I broke the China your mother gave us for Christmas because you broke my champagne flutes.
Turns out its a phone for a vase. Payjamas for socks. And china for flutes
The mess is very evident we both feel unloved. But the issue is unsolved
Your words cut deep into my flesh. I don’t know how you always convince us to start afresh
But this time am walking away. Hope I will be fine without you, that I pray.Am tired of being your prey.
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