I would always say 'I can't keep up'
yet she would overfill my cup.
She would fill me with rage
and lock me in a cage.
A cage of honor and pride
and she would lock it all deep inside.
She would torment me every night,
just to make herself feel all right.
She would sleep with all my friends
and she would claim of a means to an ends.
She would claim that she was the next god
and her typical response was less than a nod.
She would oversee all the things in my life
yet she didn't ever love me like a wife.
She would confess of her feelings to me
and tell me that I'm still to blind to see.
She would change her mind about her heart
and she would hate the day that we chose to start.
We would laugh about how we met
and we would hate how happy we could get.
We'd be filled with remorse in less than a year
and we would get to see our deepest fear.
We would see how we were to fail at life
and how you can sever things without a knife.
We would cry alone in our own beds
and let the problems dance through our heads.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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