Emotional Dyslexic

I cannot read her
She’s too confusing
Now she’s mad at me
and that’s amusing

It’s cat and mouse time
But where’s the trap now?
Oh, that’s the wrong game
I’ll give her crap now

‘Cause she should know me
My way of thinking
She never meets my needs
That’s why I’m drinking

And when I get home
Supper on the stove –
or else I’ll show her
my back hand of love

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

NOTE: This is one thing that never happened to me, but has happened to a lot of women, and there is no excuse. Men who run out of words use fists… and guns… and other weapons often discussed on my blog. Same goes for some women, but in a much smaller proportion. I am blessed to know so many men of peace, especially after a difficult, abusive childhood.

Will be posted at dverse Tues Open Mic and at my poetic home, Poets United.