Whatever Suits You

What do you want,
Actually?

Is this prissy attitude of you,
Meant to piss me off,
Or you still cannot accept that I'm freakin' married?

Is it still about the room?
You think that me occupying the room,
Diminished your sanctuary?

If it is,
Fine.
I won't come home when you're there.

I need to know,
If this asshole-attitude of yours,
Means that you're trying to accept me and him,
Or is it permanent.

If it's just a phase of adjustment,
I'll give you time.
If you're thinking of being this prissy forever,
I can just treat you the way I treat the fucktard.

I'll just treat like you doesn't exist.

So which is it?

I know you feel like I'm dissing you out.

I'm not.

Just because I have to make him my priority,
Doesn't mean I'll love you less.

I've lost my best friends.
I've lost those who thinks,
When I'm married,
That it's gonna be game over.
That I don't worth the friendship any longer.
Are you trying to make me lose you too?

I won't love you less.
You're the one who think it like that.

I've always think,
If I have to love him 100%,
I'll just have to love you 110%,
And love Umi and Abah 1000%.

I don't know how to subtract in love.
I just know how to add.

So tell me,
Do you want time,
Or do you want to lose me?

Because loving you is hard,
But I still do.

Ignoring you,
Forgetting you exist,
Excluding you in everything,
To the point where I hate you,
That's easy.
Even though it hurts,
It's easy as closing my eyes,
And not seeing you at all.