Prostration
Now there are two of us that don't know what to do,
I thought that we understood each other.
After last night I feel even more confused,
all because of one person called your mother.
Are we both gluttons for punishment?
Why must we go through this again?
I'm tired of living in a state of advent,
it effects us both, this marriage in a life of bane.
I cannot contest the decisions you make,
but don't act out of desperation.
It's no different than taming a poisonous snake,
which in the long run brings no salvation.
Feeling now that my thoughts or opinions don't matter,
even if it is only for a short duration.
With tears running down my face, my mind and heart shattered,
this one burden in our lives I wish for cessation.
Maybe I'm overreacting for those who know me can say,
but all I know is I hate feeling this way.
Cause I love you so very much I trust you in all that you do,
even if we both end up insane, all that I am will always be with you.
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