These Are The Games We Play

A poem I wrote after a fight with my husband.

These are the games we play,
You're right, I'm wrong.
Each fight like a tragic song,
We both want our own way.

These are the games we play,
I'm happy, you're mad.
I feel like such a cad,
I never know what to say.

These are the games we play,
You're cold, I'm hot.
Neither of us happy with what we've got,
We change our temperature each day.

These are the games we play,
I'm right, you're wrong.
I hope we don't play too long,
These are the games we play.