The Ties That Blind

You were a tender thief Who stole my self-belief And managed with your love To steadily rob me of All my confidence. Of course, in your defence, You only did what you thought right, Never thinking there just might, Just could, just may Be another way, A way, just as valid, To make a Cesar Salad Or, when cuddle comes to crunch, To pack our daughter’s lunch. For it is these daily things, These threads that turn to strings, Then into ropes entwined That become the ties that blind.