She Loves

She loves -- on one condition.
She gives -- just one cent less than she is given.
She knows -- just one word less than you...
Yet just enough to make you blue.
Valentines day -- our painful reminder --
Of where and when we both went wrong.
She half asses.
I over analyze.
And we make toxic hate-filled love to pine the time away.
Her face so seldom but a sneer.
So angry at her disappointment.
Daddy couldn't, hasn't, wouldn't?
No... that's my job now, these years.
Poor but spoiled, let to be.
To bitch, to whine, so cowardly.
Womens lib -- she disproves daily,
Hiding, crying in her bed.
Yelling, scolding, hating, spitting,
Bitching, moaning at my head.
Try to be there without fighting
Maddens her like hell's inviting.
She just wants to eat my head;
Praying Mantis Bitch,
I'm Dead!