I Swear Poem by Randy McClave

I Swear



I will not love you anymore, that I swear
And just think, once for you I did care,
Now my feelings for love has turned into rage
Now I am the actor walking off the stage,
Goodbye to you forever, I will now declare.

No longer do I include you in my prayer
When I think of love and happiness you are not there,
You are the equivalent to what was bad in my life
Sad to say to others, that you were once my wife,
Who knew not of love, but only of treachery and despair.

You said that you loved me, was that just an act
I finally saw the truth and realized that one fact,
The only person that you ever loved, was yourself
Now you can keep your framed picture upon your bookshelf,
I can now happily tear up our marriage contract.

Some see love only in the abstract
Some see it as wealth and beauty to attract,
I saw love as emotions and and l nurtured the feelings
Then I found out you perceived it, as a opportunity and dealings,
Your love was just a way to steal, manipulate and to attack.

I have cursed you with every breath that I had
While hoping that you were suffering, made me glad,
But, then I thought why would I want to sink to your own level
I am not nothing like you, not evil nor the devil,
Those thoughts of mine they weren't bliss, they were sad.

I wanted you to be my spouse and my comrade
Then someday soon I wanted you to be a mother and me a dad,
I trusted and I believed in whatever you did, do, or say
But, at the end of our relationship I was left with the bill to pay,
I once was furious and heartbroken, now I am only mad.

I swear I care about you, no more
You can say goodbye to me when I walk out that door,
Do not ever come up to me, telling me you made a mistake
You live with your conscience, I will live with the heartache,
What you had and destroyed, may no person ever restore.

Once upon a time, you I did adore
I called you my wife then, now they all call you a whore,
I gave you all that you needed and wanted I did assume
All that he gave you were lies and a hotel room,
That is the end... I will not speak about it anymore.

Randy L. McClave

Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cheating,wife
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 25 August 2015

love is love, it never be rage!

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Randy McClave

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Ashland, Kentucky
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