Branded Bridal Blues Poem by Princess LilyPad

The lives of our times, these days anymore aren’t so much ours, their yours and then their kinda mine,
The riddles in our rhymes, aren’t so much sung for each other anymore, in fact, not most times
The lilt in our voices, have gone flat from too many untaken back swipes and further disrespectful choices
The grins we used to swap, are mostly drowned out by angered, juvenile and know it better than you voices.
But we see fit, to still commit. Mostly sad eyes and scowls are the grimaces that mostly now burn in fits.
I understand you are a man, and a macho man at that.
You’ve never hidden from me you’re the guy who feels most comfy in your pimp hat.
And that you will slap a she if an old gal disrespects your hand and steps out of line.
An old fashioned cowboy, skirt chaser, filled with ideas from a more traditional time.
I thought at first it was brutish, a bit rogue perhaps it would take a lowering of her standards,
To be with this man she found fallen in love with, yet years later has allowed him to even brand her.
That happened quick, an idea of falling in love with a less than cultured partner.
Happened faster than she would have taken to tell herself to run away even farther.
But you stepped in as my dad, walked me through, talked me through, stayed through my rehab and paid for our food.
And I keep staying and paying you back by leaving life behind to pace round the ranch and follow you.
You tell me you will keep me for good.
This is where I will live die and longingly stay, you shame me how I should.

You also told me in the same breath how you now hold a disinterest in me as a woman as I sat there today.
But you reassure you love me so let’s just sit down for dinner and keep that part about our new roles clear.
I feel I have lost the desirable, vital, sexually charged woman within me here.
I’m befuddled and confused cuz I know there is still a man left in you.
I’m just a ghost here, a doll, not even that anymore that’s right, that’s true.
As I hear it, yes indeed i'm undesirable to you.
As I see it, you see me as scenery, company for now and when your new prop comes around,
I’ll be lost, but at least I’ll find before I go where it is you buried me so far underground.