you sometimes make
me so mad that i
want to just wring your neck,
or slap you senseless
smother you with
a pillow perhaps
maybe shake you till
you cry uncle
beat you till
you surrender
shout at you,
make you cry
do anything
to make you as
mad as you are making me

you make me
grit my teeth
pull at my hair
in frustration
see red,
feel worn out

and when i'm almost over the edge. . .

you smile. . .
as if enjoying
my display of struggle
you naughty little minx
i'll get you for this,
you better believe i will. . .