You get what you want....

I'm sick of getting up these mornings
putting on heels and that
pencil skirt you said I looked
hot in.
Wear my hair down and
precariously put on each dabble
of make up that you told
me you hated.
Walk to the big doors
and the sign that says,
"Hall of Justice, 60th district court"
just to have you look at
me with a shit-eating grin showing
me that you got what you want..
again.

I wish for this to be over.
But instead I see you standing there
with your back against the wall
arms crossed and blue eyes
that I once would melt for.
Now, they're cold.
Your grin is no longer sexy,
it's chilling.
Just to hear you speak
sends razor blades up my spine
and my teeth hurt.

The baliff yells for all of us to rise.
"Tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth so help
you God."
What happens if you stopped asking
for God's help a long time ago?

We fight for a few more minutes.
Harsh words are exchanged and then
I'm off to put my holy levi's on
and my hair up into a ponytail.
Get in my car and drive....
Drive to the nearest dealer and
think..in 20 minutes, I won't
even have to think about seeing
your face again any time soon.