The Statistic
Scene 1:
***********************The Accusation*************************
Your nothing but a contradiction, saying that I'm all yours.
How can I trust anything you say, after that phone call from that whore.
You have the nerve to look in my face, hiding all your lies.
Putting on this front.
Your not the man I thought you were while wearing this disguise
I don't want to hear your excuses, save them, get out of my face.
I should have listened to my mother, your such a damn disgrace.
I will pray for you...
But we are through...
All night I sat home pondering, scared to understand the truth.
I watch the large hand on the clock, with each pass I find it
harder to self soothe.
I felt as though you took my heart, and squeezed it with all your might.
Stomped on it.
I've never felt another love like you, don't you understand my plight?
Scene 2:
************************His Reaction***************************
You say that I'm a cheating dog, sharing your love with other women.
After everything we've shared, and the time we spent committed
You point your finger with accusations, screaming in my face.
Obviously you don't trust me, so your about to be replaced.
Apparently,
I'm being labeled a statistic, because men are all the same.
You were left hurt and suffering from the other guy,
Yet I'm the one to blame.
It's pitiful because I adore you, it's been this way since we met.
Soon I would have proposed to you,
Thank god!!!!
Now, it's just something I won't regret.
Now once I walk outside your door, I turn my back on you...
I hope eventually you realize, that I have been telling you the truth...
Jared Pickett
1/12/2010
Asavvy1
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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