irritated to the point of counting syllables (13)

i want to fill a table
with the things of you and me
pay the bill then walk away
leaving the hustle
and the bustle
of the me and you
laying there
til later there
the you and the me are real

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you made me pop pills
for a year or two or more

to keep me from her
you made me build a brick wall

you're a selfish bitch
and i will never more brick
and mortar my heart
to ready your happiness

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a moment in my life
is speckled with you and me and we
a moment in your life
you found comfort within my shelter
i thought to do the same
and found myself wanting for you more
and now there is silence
it is not golden or true but blue