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She's standing over me
Like a frightened cat
Makes me wonder
If her claws are out
Her words like missiles
Explode in my brain
Setting off chain reactions
All the way down to my stomach
She's pushing my buttons
Like a ten-key operator in overdrive
It's adding up to an irreconcilable difference in accounting
But who's counting?
The times when she gets like this
Are as predictable as the moon
But she only retains a sliver of recollection
From her monthly lunar expeditions
Apparently unaware they cause me pain
I have to wonder if this means nothing
Her bombs will feel just as real
When that time rolls around again
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Very Funny(I can relate being female) and so, so true!
not so funny if on the other end.
I like that you wrote about this. Have not seen much
writing on the opposing side.
Well done.
Great treatment of a theme that's very close to home. If
you want some constructive... then the rhythm stumbles on the line "Itâ??s adding up to an irreconcilable difference in accounting" I'm not sure what the main idea is here... the scorecard of the relationship, who is in credit, who's in the red, who's in the black, but I like the counting-accouting wordplay. As someone once said "There is no good writing. Only good re-writing."
Thats my five cents.
But on the whole, a really cool worthwhile piece of work.
Although maybe you should think about using some really long
words ;)
