Work in Progress

I broke a note and it struck a chord,
a fingernail scrape across a board,
my empty head is filled with thoughts of you girl.

You tied me to a bedroom chair,
cut my head and left it bare,
and smiled when I gasped my love for you, girl.

It goes like this, from time to time,
for every one I draw the line,
but now it's me who's played the fool for you.

I notice things around the house,
the small tear in your favorite blouse,
we never did too much to fix oursevles.

Said you believed in me and you,
it turns out you're a liar too,
you up and left the day I married you.

Our love is not a simple thing,
it hurts just like a scorpion sting,
your tail drew back to hit you in the back.

The strand of hair in the shower drain,
the bedsheets bear a lover's stain,
and you forgot to call the kettle black, girl.