A message to guys with pierced lips and screwed up noses.

When she throws a tantrum,
tips over the lillies;
breaks the vase
and throws
all of your clothes
out of the suitcases
guarding her bed:
Don't ask why.
Instead,
repair the vase even
if you can't find
all of the lillies.
Throw out the broken stems.
Put the flowers back
and use all of your spare shirts
to soak up the water
on her floor because
she won't tell you where the paper towels are.

Tell her that you don't know
his exact frustration,
but you know one similar.
Tell her your experience,
about the time you got
so frustrated with yourself
and how you couldnt co ordinate
the simplest sentence to say at the appropriate time.

Tell her that it all still manages to bug you.

Like it does now,
but only less
because of
you know,
time.