The second glance, of your face,
was way more, than I could take,
my hands and knees, began to shake,
the floor below, began to quake.
It was true, it was not fake,
the reason I, was here was fate.
Went 2 months, date to date,
sharing time, things were great.
2 weeks more, you were mine,
you were amazing, so divine.
We’d stay up late, drink red wine,
having a truly, amazing time.
4 months on, your moving in,
I was so happy, I could sing.
Nothing was better, no greater win,
I was wearing, a permanent grin.
It was crazy, I couldn’t believe,
this beautiful girl, content with me.
I prayed to god, she’d never leave,
maybe she might, even conceive.
3 more months, things went wrong
,
in my pad, I didn’t belong,
it was clear, been strung along,
by no means, had I done wrong.
I worked hard, every day,
to try and pay, both our way,
yet in bed, she would stay,
making promises, she’d repay.
Home from work, feeling tired,
Relaxation, I required.
Feeling troubled, feeling blue,
really needed a hot brew.
In our room, on our chair,
could not believe, at what I stare,
another mans, underwear,
she was having, an affair.
She called me names, to my face
She’d become, a total disgrace,
Constantly, on my case,
I wish she wasn’t, in my place.
She’d been loving, all my mates,
and charging them, her daily rates,
sneaking out, on several dates,
I suspected, queue debates.
We would argue, we would curse,
things went bad, then much worse,
she was ready, pre-rehearsed,
told me I, should see a nurse.
She would scream, she would shout,
then she said, she needed out,
yet I was perfect all throughout,
then admitted, she’d played about.
Things got crazy, I went mad,
the best thing, I had had,
was turning in to something bad,
I wanted her out, of my pad.
Bottles up, and I grew thin,
I never let, anyone in,
my flat now, looked like a bin,
my head hurt, I took aspirin.
1 year had past, I’m still the same,
looking onwards, to pass the blame,
staring at, what I became,
it was true, I’d turned insane.
I soaked my carpet, in petrol,
in my mind, just one goal,
to go ahead, and torch my soul,
it seemed as though, I’d no control.
I sparked the flame, threw the lighter,
the fire grew from bright to brighter,
I clenched my fist from tight to tighter,
it was true... I was no fighter.
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