he stares at me like a stone
with so much loathing and disbelief at what I am saying
at what I am doing
my words are grenades that explode upon impact
on his ears


i realise there is no love left
in his eyes
saddening me
yet i still scream and thrash about
in the little wooden box


all the while crying and shrinking
inside
all the while i am really asking
why? why? why?
why do you not love me anymore?


and so i scream and thrash about
in our little wooden box
hoping you hear my pleas
of love
love me, love me, love me