It's Not About the Salad
Your frustration is bubbling over the pot
I see it, but I’m not sure how to turn the anger off
Arguing is such a turn off
We're headed home from dinner with the music from the radio fading away because your steaming thoughts are invading the space and turning it off
Then the flood gates open and I'm not strong enough to close it off
Her: they got my salad wrong...
I wanted a different dressing and something more tropical than Cesar
Him: So, why didn't you tell the waiter the order was wrong
Her: I didn't want to inconvenience them
Him: So, why complain about the order
Her: Because everything is out of order, you couldn't see that
Him: See what?
Her: The appetizer threw off my whole meal and mood
Him: You could have asked for something else
Her: I shouldn't have to ask
Him: Well...
Her: Exactly, let me guess, you have nothing to say?
Him: Umm...
Her: I just want things to be perfect
Him: Nothing is perfect
Her: Well, we should be
Him: Huh, what do you mean we?
It's not about the salad she sighs with a depth that floats under my feet
The ground is uneasy
Her: I was just really excited for tonight and it didn't go the way I wanted it to
Him: Well, the nights not over yet
Her: It was over before we left the house because I messed up my makeup, I couldn’t find the blouse I wanted to wear, my hair was being my hair and wouldn’t do what I wanted, these heels are hurting my feet
I was exhausted before we had a chance to relax
Him: I'm sorry how can I help, you want me to make you a salad when we get home, I chuckle
Her: It's not about the salad, ugh
I wish you were a little more compassionate to my emotions
Help me get through the day by wrapping your arms around me and tell me it's ok
Wipe my fiery tears away with your fire hydrant kisses
Hold my hand and hold me tighter
Him: Where is this coming from, I feel like I do all those things
Her: I want you to do it more, you should be able to match my mood swings
Him: Ok I said with hesitation creeping up the neck
Your glare has its hands around my neck
I can't breathe but you keep talking out the side of your neck
Too worried about the salad to see our full course meal
p.s. close mouths don't get fed, or so they say...
Copyright © Roses Roses | Year Posted 2023
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