Today is the kind of a day where I walk barefoot
with no shoes,
clothes lose,
feeling so blue. 
I'll never be close to you, again,
no hand in hand,
no shared bed,
is this the end?
We played the game of in an out, of cat and mouse ,
all about your house,
not my house,
do you like my blouse?
It’s the one I wore on our first date!
Remember? 
Whenever you brought me to dinner and we got a sitter,
you got to sit next to her.
I saw you look at her.
But she wasn’t me and I wasn’t her
and 
it didn’t matter
because we were together
and
I thought it would be forever
and
our beds would stay right next to each other
and
our home would be our home forever!
Now once again,
you are screaming and yelling,
telling me again that I’m failing,
telling me what  it is you think I’m saying,
screaming that I’m so dam lazy.
I'll never be enough,
enough to fill up the cup,
that cup full of scotch that helps the pain,
the pain that I brought on myself
that you bring back up, 
that you remind me of,
that you won't let go of.
There's one thing I'm sure of ...
this ain't no fucken love.