Obsession

Monday morning bright and shining
we awake in perfect timing
you drink coffee I hold tea
you can't bear to look at me.

Monday's dress is ripped and torn
I clutch a shirt I've never worn
he said that I can't clean today
you spill my tea and walk away

You think that it's all one big game
that I don't need to dress the same
or plan the minutes, or count the time
or scrub at non-existant grime
or touch each door and turn each key
you think there's nothing wrong with me
and you'd be right, my cure was care
he rescued me from my nightmare
yet still your words stalk my reflection
highlighting each imperfection
Telling me that I'm so strange
yet hating how he made me change
I hide my face but you still see
the cheating, lying, witch in me.

You found the scrapbook's secret place
you ripped across his  gentle face
and in his Kleenex, I had kept
you stole his touch and scent, and wept.
you sat in ignorance, fear and shame
you looked for someone else to blame

for the first time
I watched you see
there's something very wrong with me.

So now he cannot hear me talk
Once more I count and clean and stalk
and think of him
my sweet obsession
and look at you
in cruel repression
I don't know who cries more at night
who's nightmares worse, who feels more fright
but you drink coffee
and I hold tea
and you cannot bear to look at me.