I'm fine.

'Babe, I'm fine.'
You'll never believe me,
As long as I don't smile
At your references to
How awesome you are
In the bedroom.

'Babe. I'm fine.'
I tell you again,
As you look at me
Like a confused puppy,
Head to the side,
You'd look cute,
If you weren't annoying
The hell out of me.

'I'm fine.'
On the seventeenth time you ask.
In the last two hours.
Now you're starting to talk to me
Through gritted teeth,
Because this game
Is wearing thin on you too.

'I. Am. Fine. Stop asking.'
Every time you open your mouth
To check I'm ok,
I want to throw something at you.
The nearest thing
Is my full can of beer, though.
I won't throw that.
Under the spell of alcohol,
Every little thing you do,
Doesn't drive me crazy.

'Babe. Shut up. I'm fine.
Just shut up.'
You storm off to bed.
After a few episodes of
Whatever mindless crap
I'm watching at the moment,
I follow.
Crawl into bed beside you.
Because you're the only one,
That can stop the nightmares.

But I'm fine.