You tell me this
You tell me that
You tell me what we will eat
What we will not
That this will make us fat
Unhealthy
Gross
You tell me that this is going out
and I can’t do this
But I can do that
That this is how things will be
in the new year
Giving up
Giving up
I give up
Hang on
wasn’t that last year?
Changed our mind
Have we?
Yes
No!
We can’t do this
Anymore
Heaven forbid!
Only raw
I don’t like raw
Eat up it’s good for you
More veges?
No thanks, I wonder if I couldn’t just have a steak?
For heaven’s sake! Do you know a cow died for you
just so you
could have…
Sigh
never mind
And don’t eat that either!
Or that!
Smack!
Look it says so here
So…
Put that back
Didn’t you tell me last month that…
Shut up!
Listen old girl such fun!
We are running 5km every day for February
But it’s summer and 45 degrees!
Have to get up early then won’t we 😉
Or so
you tell me
tell me
tell me
And I’m not listening anymore
Because somewhere in that trucks
exhaust roar past my ear
and the skid of gravel
and the feeling of my heart beating
Thudding
Almost
falling out of my chest
Reality came calling
Rose from her bed
And this is what she said
“Do whatever the fuck you want.”
So I am
Because it’s just me in here
After all
Isn’t it?
Love this. 👊
Thanks 😊
Ha, ha…enjoyed reading this poem…
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