So you aren't speaking to me? That's fine. More than fine actually. I love how you publically announce this after I have not spoken to you for at least a month. Do try to keep up.

PS. I love how you also check my LJ to see if I talk about you. Incidentally, we talk about you quite often, you're like the court fool. Yes that's We, as in several of us. Sit on that why don't you.

Seriously lmao.

My husband has such love for me, that is, 
I realize now he loves me more than life.
He loves me more than mine and less than his,
Until my dying breath I am his wife.
Hands, his hands, when there was no one else,
I never knew that hands could be so strong.
But raised in anger now they aren't themselves,
These hands I once adored do me such wrong.
The blame is mine, "of course," I can't resent.
He says I know his love is still the same.
Still, eyes are open windows to intent,
And when I search his eyes I find them changed.
But should I go I can't survive his grief,
Therefore it stands that I will never leave.

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Boredom sets in, time to do something to my hair. I'm thinking some color. Streaks most likely.

Purple, or dark red?