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How could you do this to me?
Don't you see that all I give
To you is more than I be?
Sometimes, I don't want to live
Knowing that there are those
Out there who can be so
Dishonest as to lie through the nose,
Even to someone they know.
I gave you everything, trust and more.
I gave you my love, all that I had.
You gave me lies, sweet for sure,
But over and over, was I so bad?
Was I so hard to live with?
Was I so horrible to you?
I guess our love was just a myth,
Just a story you told a fool.
I was going to ask you to be my wife,
You cheated on me, not once or twice,
But so many times, stabbed with the knife.
Seems like yesterday, how time flies.
Even though you've given
Little but pain,
In some ways I am loving,
And weep at your name.

Jesse


Ok...again, sorry for the abruptness and, pretty low quality of the poem.  But I just do a free flow poetry, no revision or drafting, so this is it. :-)  As always I appreciate feedback both good and bad! :-)

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.