Wax House

Dawn comes rolling in
Like the exhale of your cigarette
My legs begin to feel weak,
Held up by the broken glass
From the bowl you threw across the kitchen
Crunching under my toes
My head is overcome by the dizziness
Of the Earth spinning on it's Axis
Everyday seeming like the last
Trapped in the vast emptiness
Of waking up next to you,
Smelling of smoke and sex stained sheets
I pour a bowl of cereal I don't even want to eat
And fake the orgasm
While you're f*****g me under the hot water
Of our newly modeled shower
I'll pretend I'm not losing my mind
And kiss you goodbye at the door
Oh, and when you come home smelling of her
I won't question why you're an hour late

-Sigh-

The sun has gone
I'm sitting in the dining room
Watching as you slip off your boots
And pop open your ice cold Heineken
You turn on the TV
To the same reruns
The same jokes
And kick your feet up on the coffee table I spent all day
Trying to clean
You whistle my name
And pull me onto your lap
Kissing my neck
With the scratchy stubble on your cheeks
We sit until 10 on this sunken leather couch
Pretending we're still in love
But we both know this House is made of Wax
And love doesn't live here anymore...
Tomorrow Dawn will come again
And I'll stare at the box of matches on the night stand
Just waiting for a chance
To burn this place to the ground 

Reviews

[Jake Donald Stephens]

I like how you told a story in this one. It flows really well.
Love is a megabitch.

[Gabby Nieves]

And my parents were terrible examples.