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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