Here's another poem I wrote from the point of view of someone else.
Every Time
She's yelling again
I can't stand it
She's yelling
i'm nodding
i'm agreeing
i'm apologizing
She's yelling
I'm driving to her sister's house
And she's yelling
She's yelling
She hasn't stopped
In three years
Of matrimonial bliss
She's yelling
I'm ignoring
She's yelling
I'm driving
I could kill her now
I could kill us both
She's yelling
I could swerve off the road
I could drive off a cliff
She's yelling
We're here
At her sister's house
We're in the car still
She's apologizing
She's smiling
I remember why now
Her smile is worth three years.
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