he calls them clean.
That’s what he does,
inner spirit, mean.
Wrong about issues,
says he’s right.
Hold things against you,
all night.
Starts trouble with his lies,
claims he tells the truth.
Ignores your cries.
You say up,
he says down.
There he goes with his frown!
Show him a good time and a few good
things,
he looks for the bad in the lyrics that
he sings.
Passive, aggressive.
Seeks ways to pay you back,
puffs himself up,
came from lack.
Doesn’t listen to sound advice,
wisdom he ignores;
rather play a head game of dice.
What’s up with this man?
Rarely smiles.
Been walking with him for miles.
Convinces self,
“I’m good.”
Doesn’t want anyone telling him, “You
should…”
A distorted view on who he really is.
Love like his, loses its fizz.
Tried communicating,
But so suffocating!
Feelings used against me,
Pain runs like the sea.
So I went to God…
witnesses saw the truth,
pointed out lies,
relationship dies.
Now he doesn’t speak,
tries to appear meek.
No one’s friend
when in sin.
Don’t have the patience
to start again.
Can’t counsel anymore,
asking God to restore
a broken heart once more.
