I'm building a kingdom with you. Only you aren't interested in making a castle. You'd rather play in the sandbox.
I'm building a life with you. Only you are unable to make a life with someone. You'd rather hide your blocks and throw them all around.
I'm building a relationship with you. Only you don't truly want that do you? You'd rather reap the benefits but still live your own life, doing your own thing.
I am building a family with you. Only you don't want to be a family man. You don't understand that it requires trust, honesty, and respect. You have to be a good husband to be a family man.
I'm building a home with you. Only you don't care. The only time you notice how I keep our house is when I don't do it.
It turns out we aren't building after all; we are just playing a game.
We are playing house.
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J. Delaney-Howe
Bipolar poet. Father. Grandfather. Husband. Gay man. I write poetry, prose, some fiction and a good bit about family. Thank you for stopping by.
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Excellent job ❤️👍
Excellent. Well written. Your choice of opportunity values brings to life the point of real versus make believe. Great job as always!