Marriage Vows (re-visited during a time of economic hardship) By Mrs. Plonk

I can tell you don’t really like me.
I can tell by your signs.
The sound of your voice, irritated with me.
I say all the wrong things.
Yeah.
You really do hate me. I hear the seethed tonal inflections.
...Any other Nobody in your gym,
...You wouldn’t pay the time of day.
Gotohellyouuntrainedunembarrassedflabbybrokeasshole?
What I don’t know.
What I haven’t learned.
What a liability?
Will I ever become?
I know, that’s a question for you.
I honor you.
My friend’s say that’s my problem; that I hold you, a pedestal,
My pistol that could
Blow my brains out
At any moment
Or minute.
Depending on my self reliance.
I am torn, worn, sojourn…without
That original friendship.
That---you'll never let it Re-Happen Friendship.
That, come with me, let’s build, Friendship,
Sure Akinship?
That---your life doesn’t matter, my life doesn’t matter;
Our lives as a team, matters...
…let’s forge ahead and build together?
We may be the only two who believe in this thing.
Let’s make it happen.
Maybe---we---the only two souls in the entire universe who see this potential?
Maybe it’s crazy; but it’s…me. Me here.
…just me.
And suddenly---by your body language--- it doesn’t really matter for you?
Or does it? Are you hiding it? Again?
I still believe in you.
I do.
I asked you not to change.
I think you changed on me Man.