by JeromeProphet
I'm a tool
I'm just your fool
I'm what happens
When dumb love rules
I'm a toy
I'm just your boy
I'm not your man
But a plan to annoy
So sell me out
Then you go pout
It's not all about
How you've been wronged
Then cuss me up
And cuss me down
Cuz you're singing
That same ole song
One line for him
Then one for me
Just been betrayed
So easy to be
Abuse you crave
A sad sad game
You could escape
That's what I see
But you must step up
And be the grown up
Neither his mommy
Nor his slave
For you are the maker
And the shaper
You're in charge
Of your own destiny
I am reposting the poem above. Darling, don't despair at the words above. It's a way for me to deal with our roller coaster ride of a relationship. I am not condemning you. I understand our situation is complicated. Just know that I still love you very much, and that I find creative writing one way to deal with my pain.