I have wondered whether I could win
A contest with asphalt for your love.
If I told you I was allergic to your cats,
You’d take sides with your cats,
And not ask if I was at all discomforted.
You profess to love me with the abandon
Of a wild rose in the rain
But I have observed your love now
And found it yields quicker than a reed
In a hurricane to your self-image.
Whenever my life with you has forced you to choose
Between me and who you think you are,
You have chosen who you think you are.
I wonder now if you have ever loved anyone
And why you think you love me?
Ah, that sucks.
Sadly, it’s such a common experience.
Quite sad, isn’t it?
Hard hitting!
Thanks.
Oh, ow.
Is this based on personal experiences?
My second wife was maliciously abusive and loved only herself.
Wow, I’m sorry
Thanks! Stuff happens, of course. It took me awhile to heal from it, but I’ve healed from it .Now it’s just something that I’ve learned from.