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It would be late,

resting so delicately I would be

with my head upon your lap

arms around your waist 

the console would be on

darklit with an illuminating screen

your roommate arriving

about half past eight

and for the next couple hours,

you'd share some drinks and play.

Little did I know

what both you guys knew

night after night I'd scream 

in my sleep, a name

of a man, neither of you knew.

Neither would mention

the unmentionable name

it was just another fight,

shoved awa

for just another day.

Ironic plot

is he was never around, and

when he came to see me,

you'd know, and shut me down.

We'd play these games,

words that would stab me in the heart

rattle my brain;

I never went back to see him,

and I was never his but for one day,

but you believed otherwise, just the same.

What hurt was that I was loyal,

and you despised me throught the rise and fall

I showed my love to you,

five languages and all,

I gave my all to you, 

your children, ex, family and  ex-in-laws.

I tried for you,

I really did,

I never lied to you,

never even opened up to him,

I never cried for you,

because I had you, unlike him

and if you ever heard these words

leave my lips, would you listen?

I wish you trusted me,

when my heart was broken and weak.

You said "you don't love me enough, or 

you don't try, it seems."

But all you saw was red when I wanted to

be alone for a day, I never left you,

I'd just go into nature and play.

Sorry not sorry, I will always stay true, for me.

Why would I stray with all the other beautiful ways

you believed in me? You tried teaching me,

you knew I wasn't ready, and you held onto me,

despite it all, I lived with you, love your kids and you, and 

you oh so unfathomibly, loved the best and worst of me.

I never loved you would be a lie, too

because I spent all that time with you,

and never while we were together

did I see any other men.

So why time after time, did you 

come up with another reason to

get us screaming?

The reason I called his name

was the last breath in every dream

where he'd walk away.

That's how he was never mine,

what you don't know, is that he never stayed.

So I called his name, forevermore- 

Lenore, Nevermore; to this very day.