Love/chore

Love is love until it’s a chore;

conversations so flat they fall flat on the floor.

We never get angry but we’re both keeping score;

“Baby can you not snore?”

“Why must I go to the store?”

Our soundtrack is slamming doors

and obnoxiously loud stomping on the floor.

It gets worst & worst until full-blown war.

Love is love until it’s friction-galore –

start loving now before you storm out the back door.

 

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