The day she killed you,
I died.
Not my body,
But my inside.
I looked alive,
But I was dead,
Because of all the things,
You've said.
The love is gone.
Now let me free,
Don't you know,
That we can't be?
I am straight,
And you are gay,
You won't go,
But I won't stay.
I have a heart,
I have a mind,
I deserve the love,
That I find.
You made your chioce,
Now live your life,
I wish you well,
I am not you wife.
2 comments:
You can see the hurt and the pain, but also the driving spirit fighting through and demanding more than being a victum...awesome.
Thank You Shari,
I am sure there aren't a lot of people who will admit that they have been in the situation that I am now, but it is more common than most people think. I hope this post will help somone else realize they are not alone. AB
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