By Your Own Design

The first year you pledged your love for me Then we became friends with benefits Now you look in my eyes and say you feel “empty” After four years, you want to call it quits Where is the man with that captivating smile? What became of the compassion he gave? This hurt I feel now, was it worthwhile? Did you know your words would hit like a tidal wave? Just one day after learning of my illness You logged onto “makelovetomywife.com” My feelings I have tried to suppress But the anger inside is a ticking time bomb Should I lash back, spread the word you have no soul? Or should I just learn to live alone the rest of my life? Am I to waste tears on a man who can’t change a toilet roll? I never asked to be your wife, but who could expect such strife? Ready, willing and able I ran Each time you called with a concern Perhaps I was just part of your game plan: Pick a victim and watch her heart burn I won’t let go of the good memories we shared But you'll soon be a castaway drifting on the sea And even today, if I thought you cared You’d have a chance to inflict more pain on me Unhitch the ropes and let your ship sail away Leave only some tender moments behind Please leave today, don’t delay This is your future, by your own design *Entry for Lisa Hiatt’s “Letting Go” contest