Again.

Damn it, you did it again. Glass every wear.
Not a dish this time, just a curse.
Not my favorite Strawberry Cookie Jar.
That was 4 years ago. Not my favorite bowl.
It wasn't valuable or even really that important.
The point was you smashed something of mine.
Again.
I don't need it, In fact I really don't want it.
But it wasn't yours.
It wasn't the first time.
And it definitely won't be the last.
Is he going to say he's sorry,
or do I have to get mad.
Again. 
The look of, "the what?"
You are going to pretend you didn't do it!
OOOOOOOOwwweee........
You are so lucky you bought it, 
And You will also buy me another!
I love you dear....
Again.

2/20/2009