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You say that I'm not a good wife,
but I supported you while you were in jail.
How can I not be a good wife,
when I stood by you when others would bail?
You know how to push my every button.
How to make me doubt myself and get mad.
You're the fool who will never realize
the loyal, forgiving, faithful wife you had.
Not many people will stand by a man,
who is an addict, has cheated and hit them.
I gave you a second chance with our marriage,
I was the fool who went out on a limb.
I never should have given you the first chance.
You didn't deserve to have someone like me.
Not that I'm beautiful or glamorous, just normal.
But you use women to get what you need.
You feed on women with low self esteem,
using your looks to get your foot in the door.
Well, I learned my lesson, though I love you,
You're a disgrace, and I deserve more.
I'm tired of you calling and playing your mind games.
You say hurtful things that make me cry.
Why can't you leave me alone, do what you do best,
Go get drunk, screw some skank and get high!
I don't want you in my life anymore,
No, we can't be friends and stay in touch!
You can't make amends for what you've done,
Its over, you've put me through way too much!
You'll never change, so why would I want
to even think of giving you another chance?
I did my time, I'm done, its over, Good-bye,
It didn't work for us, I'm no longer in your trance!
Just sign the papers, for once be a man
and do as I ask, I've given you enough of my time.
Go back to how you were when we met, using women,
not wanting to work, doing drugs and your life of crime.
Sadly
We’re slowly
Slipping away
And I caught you
Sleeping
On my words
They’re coming
To get me
This caravan
Of wants
I caught you
Sleeping
On my
Words
You didn’t think that I could be so Sweet!
Your love
Is going to
Bring me
To my feet
You didn’t think that I could be so Sweet!
Sadly
We’re slowly
Slipping away
Soon you’ll
Get tired of me
And I’ll have to
Write you away
They’re coming
To get me soon
I caught you
Sleeping
On my
Words
You didn’t think that I could be so Sweet!
Your love
Is going to
Bring me
To my feet
You didn’t think that I could be so Sweet!
My days so awry
Don’t always
Bloom!
Soon they’ll
Come and get
Me dear
I love it
That you fear
What you
Can’t see
When it’s clear
"like pillow cases and dark roses"
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she says to me when massaging her feet at night;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she whines when flipping channels and a game comes into sight;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she orders when pushing the grocery cart past the cold beer aisle;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she barks when I take a dishwashing break for awhile.
“Give me more, baby”, she says when pouring her a glass of wine;
“Give me more, baby”, she demands when I get out of the ATM line;
“Give me more, baby”, she pleads when putting her gifts under the Christmas tree;
“Give me more, baby”, she requests when editing my last will and testimony.
“You’re the best”, she says to the girl who dresses her hair;
“You’re the best”, she announces to the teachers who provide day care;
“You’re the best”, she moans to her favorite flavor of ice cream;
“You’re the best”, she states to the tailor who lets out her seams.
But what do I hear in bed at night when amorous I get?
These phrases she so commonly uses, she seems to then forget.
In twenty years of trying to please, I haven’t heard one yet;
The truth of the matter, the fact of it is, I hear the opposite.
I sat in front of the TV to watch my football game,
When from out of the bedroom an order in my wife’s voice came.
“Honey could you fix me some Dr. Pepper, please, with lots of ice?
And, if you fixed an English muffin, that sure would be real nice.”
So I missed the opening kickoff, returned for a score,
As I settled back on the couch to watch a little more.
“Honey, I need to use the bathroom, could you help me to me feet,
And while I am in there, do you think you could change the sheet?”
I got her back in bed, and made sure she was all right,
As I heard the announcer saying, “What a game we have tonight”.
“Honey could you get my magazine and find my reading glasses?”
I hope I can see one play before the half time passes.
“Honey, the electric blanket seems to have come unplugged from the wall,
And could you adjust my pillows, my head keeps wanting to fall?”
I got her all adjusted - comfortable and warm.
And returned to the TV for the half time commercial swarm.
Just before the second half started, I checked on her once more,
Sound asleep and peaceful; she let out a resounding snore.
I tiptoed to my TV, so happy I could sing,
Just before they kicked it off, the telephone began to ring.
Quickly, I answered it and said no one is home,
“Honey, that woke me with a fright and I don’t want to be alone.”
So, I sat in bed and held her hand while we watched the Oprah Show,
How my football team fared that day, I never was to know.
But having her here in our home, right where she belongs
Is better than any ole football game – of that I’m sure not wrong.
Just when I think I'm over you,
you call and say "Baby, I need you in my life."
My chest tightens and I start to panic,
you say things that make me want to stay your wife.
It's not fair that you can do this to me,
you push me away, then try to pull me back.
Things are good with us for a while,
then you show me the conscience that you lack.
We seem to go right back to you being malevolent,
cussing me out, false accusations, and calling me names.
Causing me heartache, and toying with my emotions,
the way you're feigning, you should be ashamed.
You say "Remember our times.",
however I don't think of what you mean.
I "remember" when you cheated, lied, and stole.
I "remember" that all wasn't serene.
My heart can not take all the sorrow
you continuously put it through.
Those three magic words of "I love you",
doesn't erase all the misery my soul accrued.
I'm not a book that you can can take down,
and use, then put away whenever you please.
I won't tell you it's okay to treat me this way,
so your bruised ego can be appeased.
Learn to treasure me for what I am,
a loving person who has feelings.
Because every time you play these games,
it's a piece of my spirit you are stealing.
i don't mind having memories
they are all that i have left
i really don't mind being alone
sence i've been bereft
my memories are the best memories
unspoiled by lifes complications
nothing can harm my memories
not even conversation
surrounded by my nothingness
i have her in my mind
morning noon and night
she's with me all the time
i think of how she thought of me
while she was so kind
aware of all my jealousy
she kept herself in line
there for me in my time of need
my wife
she was right there
giving me everything she had
all the love she had left
how important were three words
that she'd say to me
they really made the difference
between doubt and security
i may not accept why she's gone
or ever want to live another day
but i have to hold on
and let her memories with me stay
and celebrate each passing day
as if it were the last
and cherish each and every memory
before they go away
As I start to arouse from a deep, deep sleep, I am unaware of where I might be.
Slowly my eyes blink awake, but my mind hasn’t yet taken control of me.
My senses are slow to start functioning; I am aware of darkness, yet, flashes of light.
My brain tries to put together the pieces of where and when I went to bed last night.
I am not even sure if, in reality, I can’t move, or if I just haven’t willed myself to do
so yet.
I realize the noise I hear in my head is the sound of pouring rain, and suddenly, it
dawns on me, that I am soaking wet.
Remember. Remember.
What was I doing yesterday?
Sleep embraces me again.
When next I awake, I am not sure how much time has passed;
It could have been hours; or days; or, perhaps, just a second or two.
I am on my back this time.
The rain is pounding on my face, preventing me from opening my eyes.
Then I remember; I was having dinner with you.
Flashing red lights greet my eyes when I force them open through the rain.
“I feel nothing”, I only think to myself as an answer to someone asking,
“Do you feel any pain?”
I was having dinner with you.
The small flashlight being shined into my open eyes by someone kneeling down
beside me recalls the memory of headlights coming at us from a truck going the
wrong way in our lane on the highway.
Now I remember – I turned and looked at you right before going to sleep.
“Where is my wife?”
I am not sure if I said that out loud or just thought it inside my head.
I try to sit up to see if I can find you.
There is that pain he was asking me about.
The lights are turned off again.
I am warm and dry when I awake again.
The sounds of sirens in the rain are replaced by the beep, beep, beep
Of the medical equipment measuring my vital signs.
“Where is my wife?”
I need someone to answer that question before I can decide whether or not to keep
the beeping going so I can see you here again or to drift off to sleep and join you on
a different journey.
“Where is my wife?”
Disintegrated
Red Tears , Create a Black Lake
Where my Heart now swims
You may Kiss your Bride : I raise HER veil, see the essence of my universe
Wrapping my arms around Her; drawing Her closer, We kiss our tongues dance
The eyes, ears the depths of my soul ; screaming “Rejoice; our host is Whole
I remember Our Wedding Dance a Rhapsody to Eternity, the rest of the day
A soporiferous trance
I remember the last Beautiful Picture I ever Felt of “ L E N O R E “
My host was standing on the Shuffle-Board Court talking with Mr. Adams
His only “FATHER” - in law : Respectfully my host gazes beyond “TO LENORE”
Standing by the railing on the main deck a few feet below : He glances and catches
THE flash in LENORE’s Green Eyes : the mirrors of HER SOUL a silhouette :
Against the Sun standing upon his own reflection Smiling at His smile : I Smile
Sending LENORE ‘s Heart a whisper : a LOVE Song; Singing of our FOREVER
A Toast to MRS LENORE ELLEN(Adams)JOHNSON The Heartbeat of my SOUL
Her eyes bypass me to her Daddy, I nod my appreciation, He nods Saying call me D A D
OUR eyes revert to LENORE who raises her glass which flies from her hand: I glimps
As a sailing boom sweeps across the main deck Hearing the wails of fear and pain
The boom lifts LENORE up and throws Her over the Railing I glance at DAD “FROZEN
In that second of time” I tore off my cummerbund tie and my shoes “All HANDS on Deck
ALL HANDS ON DECK Man Overboard I start to leap as the arms of a monster puts me in a
Bearhug
I can’t break through “ Let me go YOU stupid M___er - F___er Please LET ME GO I cried
PLEASE
It’s the wife; we’ve not spoken for ages
For a while now she’s not moved her lips
But her diet it seems to be working
You can tell by the size of her hips
Ask, if you can, what’s upset her
Was it something I did or forgot?
She sits there and stares at the ceiling
And she hasn’t been eating a lot
See if she wants to go shopping
The food I’ve been eating is junk
Tell her she needs a good shower
She’s beginning to smell like a skunk
Find out where all my clean socks are
I haven’t changed these for a while
Try if you can to get answers
And for gods’ sake please get her to smile
Let her know that we’ve got no clean dishes
And the dogs made a mess of our bed
What do you mean you can’t wake her
You’re not telling me that she’s dead
Who’s going to cook me my dinners
Who’s going to clean for me now
I’m sure that she’s done this on purpose
The nasty vindictive old cow
She was gone for the week-end, three days without Her
Thinking safety in numbers, I went out with the guys
The Brightness of her Blue eyes, her Flowing blond hair
My LOVE was out of town, so I really Didn’t Care
Will She LOVE me For the Eons of FOREVER?
Or will I lose my most PRECIOUS LOVE?
Her Smile enticing, “I’ll Pay you if you buy me a Drink”
My mind was foggy, what could I do, I couldn’t even think
Do I have a Woman that I LOVE Forever? I can’t remember Her name
Lela, Lola, Lois, Lorraine, one more drink I might remember her name
Will She LOVE me For the Eons of FOREVER?
Or will I lose My Most PRECIOUS LOVE?
Did I ever really LOVE Her? A name : Lenore, would anyone ever Know?
That I would be Cheating on a Woman ,Where Forever LOVE would Grow
In the Eons of Eternity; my Bride by my side, would my cheatin’ heart glow?
Would my FOREVER and ALWAYS tell me : it is time for YOU to go
Will She LOVE me For the Eons of FOREVER?
Or will I lose My Most PRECIOUS LOVE?
Inspired by Paula Swanson, for her Contest “Cheatin”
Author’s Note : This is Fiction so I don’t know if it follows her Rules
Honorable Mention