Love and abuse ...

I know you love me, Honey badger.

           Because you try not to be angry.

           Because you try to stop yelling.

           Because you said sorry for backhanding me

While I was driving us home.

I know that you love me.

           Because you're patient with me.

And you tell me that if I communicate better,

And accept the blame, you'll immediately

Soften and leave me alone.

I know you love me.

           Because you cook meals for me.

           Because you try to say nicely

That I ruined the food again,

And I have horrible taste.

I know you love me.

           Because you still let me come back

After the second time you throw my phone at me.

And tell me you wish the guy you just fucked weren't married,

           Because you'd take him over me in a heartbeat.

After you spit in my face.

I suppose I deserve it.

I told you I went on a date, but I didn't say

She kissed me: you had to read it, going through my phone.

That must've been hard. I wish I weren't

So afraid of sharing with you.

And you say I deserve it,

For trying to keep you from grabbing my computer,

Before throwing my bag in the driveway,

After raising high, aiming, and heel-stomping my injured foot.

           Because I was the one 

who made you feel like you do.