- You said, "fuck you, sweetie!"
My turn to smirk. Giggle. Reach for his hand.2005-08-09
It's late and I am cranky and we snap back and forth�
then I stomp up the stairs mutter curses with each breath�
brush my teeth with a vengeance yank the clip from my�
hair hurl my clothes at the hamper rip the covers from�
the bed toss my body on the mattress punch the pillows�
into place 'til his hands gentle on me as apologies�
exchange and I let go of anger as we laugh at what took�
place:
- I did not.
- You did. I was mad, but had to smirk when I heard it.�
- I said....sweetie? Wow, that is lame.�