Pretend

I pretend to be happy for the sake of my partner. 

He can't stand sad me. 
Had way too much tradition of woeful women. 
Hates it when there is yet another problem. 
Can't be the solution to all of this woe. 
Can't be undefeated by my bad mood. 
Can't change what can't be understood. 
Can I cope without him. 

This happened to me, that he got right, my body, my plight. 

How classify unhappiness without wreaking him in the process. 
Been though enough to be shell shocked. 
Been in the wringer. 
Been a sinner. 
Been there when I needed took all the headed. 

Heated irritations and negative. 

Pouring, clawing at what's best for me. 
If only I knew what that was. 

Pretend that you haven't been there done that. 
Pretend that you love me. 

Pretend there's another reason to be happy for you are still here. 
It's not exactly what I meant when I told him to be mine. 

If I'm not happy then is it's a waist of his time. 
Or can I pretend long enough to hang on to you. 

That your enough.... because you are. 
I love you enough to pretend to be okay. 
Laugh at me, with me, for me. 

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