Almost Wife

You played by all the rules As a "Good Christian" woman is thought to have Was never perfect but always remembered to give back You cooked. You cleaned. You made teach home comfy and new And still he sought no reason to marry you When he was distraught Mind torn from stress and anxiety You carried his cross without complaint Nor worry Stepped into the darkness So he could taste the light Was his sword and shield When he didn't want to fight Spoke gently when he was scared Hurt, Aggressive in nature; untrue Loved him with all your heart Although he tried to destroy you Good times last as long as you submit But when things don't go his way He's done. He wants to quit And how could LIFE give you a taste of Happy Then tear it down, without remorse Nor conviction? The memory of being "high" in love With so much passion, singing Love songs in the kitchen And you can't sing about love It's a wound that re-opens with each smile Don't cry Yet, the memory is piercing So cutthroat Even hope for that future Makes you want to die You wore a crown of happy That glittered and sparkled all the hyped Happy to be wanted, loved and cared for You were his almost wife But, "almost" isn't real and death is no Soothing Companion thereof And from your grave you now wear a Crown Of the Savage, Black Heart Love. More powerful than before- And with my pain I will set the world On a new track and my enemies shall bow At my mercy. Selah.