His Needs
The Pain is real, a user a work
Sharpens his pen to write his wants
My i love you eyes stay to his
As my wants are blinded to his
Abuse is unknowning
The pain is unseen
Now i lie alone, as he has my belongings
But no longer do i have his needs.
The key to his heart, is the things you give
A place, things, and such. Hurts when i think
3 years pass i couldnt bear the wants
He left, with everything i gave
As if i was nothing mere then things
Cheater he lied, within my mist of things
Emotional abuse, dinner never good.
Fear of a hit, fear of him.
Sometimes i wonder if i let him stay
What if I let him stay?
Would my eyes be black as night
I know my pillow would be wet as rain
Some would think that i miss him in bed near me
But he was never their, sadly he was never there
Parties without me, friends never met me.
As he lies with her, with the charm.
As the world hates me more them him
Cause he perfect they say, star in the making
I say see what I see.
Know what I know
Copyright © Samantha Withee | Year Posted 2016
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