Man:
"If you want to speak
Do so without sentiment.
I know there is a raging water in your belly from all the times I kept your voice under feet. I do not apologize. And I hope you are fine by that?"
Woman:
"I chose you, to love you for your rights as well your wrongs. But I must call you out on a few things."
Man:
"Call me out...for what purpose?"
Woman:
You call me a weakling,
That I am a broken vessel you intend to fix. You don't appear to have my time. You seem to be busy with your image that you pay no mind to your garden. I am your garden, remember. You were asked to cultivate me until I begin to look like you, your image."
Man:
Coughs
Woman:
"Whatever I am, I am because you created me. Not with clay but with your words. You are as ugly as you make me believe I am."
Man:
"You are a garden? My garden? Since when...? If you are a garden, what fruits have you served me. You nag me out of home every cold morning and nag me into bed at night. If I were to cultivate you like you say, I would Pierce myself countless times with the thorns that you grow on every edge. I cannot hold you at night... If I do so..."
Woman:
"You wanted to touch me at night? Why didn't you? I craved your breath every night. I craved the warmth of your arms. I am drained from all the sleepless nights. You talk about thorns. I also grew roses. You never came to me... There is no reason to nag. I am simply tired of keeping the emotions locked inside. The only way I let it out is to nag you to bed and off the next morning."
Man:
"You desired my touch all these while?"
Woman:
"You fool of a man. You are such an insensitive one. You write your accolades on every wall you find but cannot tell the simple signals of your dying wife. You should be stripped of your manhood and given nothing to dangle by..."
Okay here is something to enjoy your Monday!
I am open to your views please. Let's grow!