It was Monday. I had a busy day. I got stressed with all the things I have to finish within the day.
I went out. Bought some things for us. I texted you and said I’ll be home in a bit. It was 7pm, I did not realize.
I was home. I’m tired. I need you.
You knocked at the door. You’re mad.
You said where was I. You’ve been here but can’t get in because you have no key.
I said I texted you. I went to ask for a kiss.
You pushed me a bit and said you’re in a hurry.
My heart sank. I just want a kiss. It’s just 2 seconds of your time. Why can’t you give it to me?
I cried. I’m tired the whole day and I just need a kiss from you to bring back my energy.
But you pushed me away.
I went up to you and said why do you have to push me away?
You said you’re just tired.
We’re both tired. Am I not the one who can take those tiredness away?
You’re unfair. I cried harder. I’m tired and I need you. But you do not want to comfort me.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
You went out. I cooked food for you. I did not eat.
You came back. I opened the gate. Went straight to bed.
You ate. I heard you went to get something on your bag.
Suddenly I felt something poking at my butt.
No, it’s not what you think!
It’s a bar of chocolate. You said I’m sorry.
We hugged, And gave me the kiss I was asking.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Oh, Monday blues!