She Doesn't Know We're Fighting (A Poem)
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A million words spoken in anger,
Float around in my head.
But I keep them to myself,
Because I still want her to share my bed.
Her every move seems to annoy me.
Mostly because she's walking around as though everything is alright.
Of course, to be fair,
She doesn't know we are having a fight.
Yes, I know, in every happy marriage,
Communication is supposed to be key.
But the people who say that
Obviously haven't met the stubborn woman who married me.
In our marriage, it's usually just best to keep the peace.
After all, harmony is bliss,
And a petty argument
Just isn't worth missing out on that goodnight kiss.
As for me, I'll get through this.
My anger will pass.
If nothing else, I'll just add a little extra muster,
The next time I give her a playful slap on the ass.
We've been married a long time and I expect to be married a long time more.
I'm not saying there aren't times when I need to say something that would be inciting.
I'm just saying this time around,
It's best if she doesn't know we're fighting.