My own home became a prison
My body became a shell
The mind that once believed in love
In empty darkness dwelled.

As you became attached by the ass
in your reclining chair
I tried so hard to speak to you
But you just didnt care.

Going thru the motions
Dragging myself thru each day
Finally I couldnt take anymore
SO I sent you on your way...

A heart so full of anger
Comnsumed by betrayal and fear
I had to break free from the poison in me
Could no longer live with you here.

Now, just like all the other times.
You try to sweet talk your way back
But your words are empty to me
Its the actions, poor man that you lack

I see nothing attractive about you
Now you're outside looking in
You cant see Im happy without you
This is the best that my life has been.

you write nice poetry

That was COOL.
The whole story of that little fool.LOL


Now you need to put one together about finding YOUR NICE LOVE?lol. You
got to get that pissed off look, off your face while your driving?lol
People will think your road raging.LOL Be-good

thats good stuff i hits kinda close to home to i like it

Thanks you guys! I only write whats inside.
I appreciate the kind comments.

so...were you married to this guy???

nice poem...

Yes unfortunately...But I have to say It taught me alot about myself and
what I deserve and dont deserve and that I do have
self control.LOL
Tho I dont dwell on it I take what I need to learn and throw the rest
out.
Writing is a great realease to let go of "stuff".

'tis true today that we write,
poems of love,and of fancy flight,
with our words do we cry,
hopes that love does not pass us by,
we tell th world our special gift,
hoping for our hearts to lift,
throw th rest out,
try not to pout,
give your all,and let it out,
this is what poems are all about....M.