Poetry.
My mind is churning and trying to decide-
Why I constantly hide?
Why do I take this degradation?
Utter pain and horrible disgust from you.
You make me angry every day.
How can I stand to be with you even now?
Let alone forever?
What was I thinking?
I must have been misled.
By the man, you once were or seemed to be.
Now have chosen not to become what you dream; and for me not to become what I see.
It seems all good things come to a close.
I should end ours; before there are any more woes.
October 15, 2010
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