As I zig and I zag
I dig and I nag
bouncing back and forth
pacing
throwing books
words
it hurts
him
but with knees bent
this time is spent
smiling
at me
but why?
Why do you smile upon this face
that brings such disgrace
and literally throws it at you
wanting to hurt you
to see if you'll move and do and be
but lovingly
you stare right through me and my temper tantrum
knowing I've given some
but more is to come
and so you
wait out the storm
till I am at my normal form
and you talk to me
why-
do you love me so?
and he sits and tells me
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