Addictions
ADDICTIONS
Just how much can a woman go through living with a lie?
A great big lie of living with a man that has so many addictions
I may love you till my dieing last breath, but I tell you this right now.
I really don’t think I can go through another 8 more months of living
Another more year with you, for you’ve broken my heart way too
many times. It seems whenever you get paid all you think of is yourself
and you go out gambling. I do know when I step out the door and not
even look back. All you can think of is only of yourself. Let it be known
this is all coming from my hurting heart, I will never kill myself but
you have hurt me for the very last time BUD. You can keep this or tear
it up, I really don’t care one iota. So don’t expect me to phone you
every time I go out some- where, for I never do what you do.
I’m just very tired of all the things you still do since the first time I met you.
Written: Sept. 5, 2014
Theresa Marie
Copyright © Theresa Cw | Year Posted 2015
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