Talk Less, Listen More

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You talk too much
I don’t know if you know this
I’m starting to wonder if you notice me

I treat you as if you're FLOTUS
I think it’s getting to your head
Lol, you whisper marriage- don’t get ahead of yourself

Our conversations feel like I’m pedaling a bicycle
Not a ride through a favorite scenic escape
More like an Arizona triathlon, or Tour de France

I’ve memorized the contours of your hands
I study them when we relax
But you, on the other hand, barely no my name

Let alone what I did today
But rather, it’s your existence that we celebrate
You’re such a drain, conceited much?

Our phone calls are painful
I have to prepare myself for rainfalls
Of expletives and a negative attitude

Your pessimism is like excrement under your shoes
That you didn’t reckon when you entered the front door
When I invited you to a conversation

Lately I havent been feeling it as much
Like when we first met; the cohesion was such that
I couldn’t fathom or understand- it was wonderful

I guess the honeymoon’s over, time to divorce you
But one last thing, I implore you
Talk less, listen more