When I wrote you a ballad
and serenaded you beneath your window,
you complained it was late
and would rather be dreaming on your pillow.

When I took you out on a date
for a stroll beneath the stars,
you complained your feet hurt
and would rather travel in a car.

When I complimented your shirt
by saying it makes you look gorgeous,
you said “all men are alike”
and it makes you quite nauseous.

When I cooked dinner one night
and prepared your favorite dish,
you claimed you lost your appetite
so the meal you’d have to miss.

But when I said our relationship wasn’t right
and we should go our separate ways,
I finally saw you smile
for the first time in all our days.


By: Darryl Walker Jr

(c) Copyright 2017

Prompt: Controversy
 
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