Happy Wife Happy Strife

We always start with good intentions,
however too many people are in different dimensions.
Too many people come to the reckoning that how they grow up is how they live,
Nothing short of the standards that their parents tried to give.
Whether it be a pool or verbal abuse,
they did their best in the obtuse.
You are a queen.
I am a fiend.

In your eyes that is, always a threat to the fog you cast.
Insecurities and negativity is the ship you sail at full mast.
His intentions are blind.
His intentions are true.
But I fucking see right through you.
No price he pays for your perfect black hole can suck him through,
You've given nothing and gained everything with a vow and constant split legged view.
Yet, everything is still all about you.
Growing up doesn't take time,
There is no direction to walk the maturity line.
It simple and it is your defeat,
I didn't believe you in our first meet and greet.

You don't love the physical or emotional,
You've grown up a princess kept away, abused and astray.
You feel like you're damaged goods and he's a tool.
Everyone who's a friend of you and him is a fool.
They don't see the tantrums or turns,
They only see a man who yearns.
In their mind they see a one day  happy family,
Not the broken houses both came from and act as if they are a survivor of tragedies.

One is aware and one is not,
but the blind keep their grasp taught.
Life is not hard with money and control,
For when you grow up under both there is learning within the damaged soul.
Tears and a show of the wild leave you worse than Brittany,
As she was a girl would take only herself to her own litany.
Instead there is only loss with you,
And those that see it are very few.

I on the other hand will wait and sit,
Waiting, fit after fit after fit.
To take him away and show him there is a line,
For he has been limited to a single word:
Mine.