Kick Your Shins

You suck.

You’re argumentative.

Fully negative.

Selfishly attentive.

A short fuse chasing a spark.

You drive me nuts.

Like metaphorically.

Probably actually.

Maybe literally.

Draining every sane light with your dark.

You got history.

Lots of neglect.

Not much respect.

Already wrecked.

Yet you never give up the fight.

Except for the social.

Honesty brutal.

Personality duel.

Resistance futile.

It’s take you or leave you, alright.

You love me.

You don’t show it.

Think I know it.

Afraid to blow it.

Or too stubborn to give me up.

You still got me.

Little tired.

Caffeine wired.

Temper fired.

My kicks to your shins ain’t let up.