How Much Love Do We Lose

Sometimes defend sometimes accused Memory details the excuses used Always the hardship either temper or tears Always heart ache the victim of fears The blindness we use is a terrible excuse The worst thing given for self abuse The lies, the hiding, the not providing The shame, the game, the celibate reign The past revealing awful thoughts The trust once present now the lost The constant reminder of a broken heart The hurt not healing though hardly fought The constant lying of a cheating spouse The everyday deeds of a dirty louse The absence, the silence, while present shown The arrogance, the vengeance, that hate has grown Evidence lingers where once unknown Yet waiting desires though now alone