I'm the woman who lets him sleep

"Honey" - he says, "Can I have some tea? It's the perfect morning for a bed tea" 
So, I get out of my warm blanket on a cold winter morning and romance my teapot. 
It's shrieking whistles quite matching my own.But I don't whistle.
I'm the woman who lets him sleep 

"Honey" - he says, "Can you pick up the kids? I have to meet a client after work for drinks"
So, I leave my list incomplete and rush out of the supermarket to pick those kids. I rush the car like a maniac. It's burning engine quite like my beating heart. But I don't let it beat.
I'm the woman who lets him sleep.

"Honey" - he says. "Can you come to bed and hold me please? It's been a long day"
So, I leave the dishes half undone and climb in bed, eager to please.
As we move, the bed creaks quite like the aches of my worn out body.
But I don't let it ache.
I'm the woman who lets him sleep.

"Honey" - he says. "I'm not coming home tonight."
So, I stay up all night counting minutes, pretending to believe every word he says.
I carelessly drop a glass on the floor. It's scattered pieces resembling my crushed soul.
But I pick up the pieces and don't let it show.
I'm the woman who lets him sleep.

With another woman, who unlike me, is not wearing her heart on her sleeve.