The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh