Welcome to Moody Monday, mamas. This is the day that I post based on my mood. Today, I felt like posting a poem that I wrote called Friction. This poem describes what it’s like going through it with your significant other and that no matter what you go through you can overcome anything if you both want it. Enjoy loves!
What have we become? What have we done? We are fierce, ravenous monsters on the same team watching each other bleed. We feed on hurt and create the steam that never seems to leave. Which direction are we going when we are foaming at the mouth? Our anger has taken us south and left us destitute in broad daylight. We have lost sight of what has connected us, we are slipping off of this mound of trust. It’s my fault, but I think it’s yours, but that shouldn’t really matter anymore. I swore this wouldn’t affect me, but I am horribly torn and emotionally worn, hanging on by a thread to make this work. I am waiting for a comforting response from you but I don’t want to be disappointed so I disengage and consider what I should change so I can be better for you, to comply, to aim for compromise. You are my reason to fight for the love that we created, the love that makes us sedated and satiated.
The Restless Boss Beast 