A response to William Shakespeare's sonnet 130

As I sit in the dark and await your return. I cry, wondering where in the world are you? After all these years it's like your love was turned in a churn. I beg you after all these years what is it you want or who? You tell me so many lies then, say it will be alright. When you come home, you sleep, and then go back to work again. I’m in front of you, next to you, but you act as if you have no sight. I think you're forgetting me, all the places we’ve gone, you say we’ve never been. Your temper can get the best of you even in a good mood. You're no ray of sunshine, and you don’t make anything a piece of cake. Sometimes you act as everything is a game and turn it into a feud. Can you not read between the lines for christ sake Although you don’t do anything too big its the little thing you do for me. In my time of need, the time that I need you most you will never flee.