you get to

the grumbles

series of shit fights

rows tiffs upsets

& come the night

backs to each other

until the real crises

come the grumble fucks

selfish & short

framed only as me me me

needs only if you please

& not much else

hoping some love might grow

‘cos y’never know

until you catch her eye

she fails to smile

the pendulum swings

life pulls you on

the bad blood sinks

y’think about leaving

upsetting this cart

find another heart

you try again opening the talk

& she cuts through

‘isn’t this the way

it’s always been?’

the room sways

wondering just who

had been in your dreams