Excuses

She's not responsible for your disgrace,
But certainly she didn't help you. Wait,
Watch what she does to stifle the debate,
See if she makes it sink without a trace
Or lets it rise to bite you in the face.
You sing, "But when I came to man's estate,
With a hey ho" — ah, you're a fool, so great
A fool, who only thinks he knows his place.

The lady cannot save you, will not try,
Will only make excuses for the muck
Thrown at you, something looking like bad luck,
But it was never luck. You'll see her cry,
But those was never real tears in her eye,
Real feelings. If she tries to kiss you, duck.

Space

Make space for me between the two of you,
As if I were a Rottweiler who believed
He was a lapdog. Space has been conceived
With this in mind: I'm forcing my way through,
And you accept my kind of love as true.
You feel an emptiness: deeply bereaved,
You check your pulse. This, here, is how you grieved,
Inserting words in empty air. Hope, too.

But once hope enters in, there is no space
For any other feeling. Certainty
Is missing. Fear is gone. Despairingly,
You say desire is easy to replace.
I see those dreams and wishes on your face,
And nothing else. You can't love, as you see.

Decades

I read some books explaining what to do
When lied to, cheated on, and twice betrayed.
You've broken all the promises you made,
Manipulated till the trees were blue,
And made so many claims that were not true
It feels like there's a sharp serrated blade
Pierced through my lungs. The devil's part you played
Has changed me. I spent decades loving you.

I stand before you here, coming apart,
Preparing like mad for my final bow
(I'll make things work, although I don't know how).
Somebody promised there would be a chart.
With loving kindness in my broken heart
And vengeance on my mind, I'm ready now.