There’s someone who connives to steal my seat
Upon the very moment I vacate it;
Whose every act confirms my sad defeat,
Though rather cruel of him to celebrate it.
He never asks me how my time was spent,
Nor ever once has cooked the evening meal.
He gives no flowers or contributes to rent,
And doesn’t seem to care how I might feel.
His roguish ways have laddered all my stockings,
As if he means to keep his slave unkempt;
But then he slyly watches my un-frockings,
With what is only thinly-veiled contempt.
He has these mean and savage little ways –
A feral grin that greets me when I need him.
When fancy takes, he’ll wander off for days,
But then delights to bite the hands that feed him.
He never speaks to me, or soothes my pain;
No ‘sorrys’, ‘please’ or even thanks me.
He wears a selfish coat of sleek disdain -
Conceited – confident he far outranks me.
He stalks around and ruins all my things;
My heart lies shattered with that china vase.
He doesn’t even hide his sexual flings,
But treats me like he’s newly come from Mars.
He’s cool and ruthless – an affection thief,
Who takes because he knows I fear to lose him.
He rations love, though freely gives me grief;
Am I ridiculous to so excuse him?
I watch him yawn and idly stretch himself,
Then all contentedly resume his sleeping.
So certain is he of his virile health,
He simply disregards my silent weeping.