Poem: Trashed

You are always handing me your problems
Then pushing me away.
Its like you live on drama momma.
Creating it all around.
Like a dumpster diver spreading trash on the ground.
I'm trying to support you.
Do the best I can.
But I'm not your receptacle
I'm your loving man.
So stay out of the drama
Just look at your what you can control.
And you will find peace in your life.
And freedom in your soul.