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The Why of You
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FIRST FOLDER what are you doing to me?
You asexual, sociopathic b****?
Every kiss is a cry in another direction
Your head is tied up in curlers
the lights are on but nobody is at home
There is a "for rent" sign on your forehead
our marriage is a farce
it's not even a marriage
hasn't been for longer than I care to remember
yet you pretend, smile
as if you have it together, it will pass
he's an a**hole, anyway
you have turned the children
against me...I no longer have
any emotional connection to them
you have stolen this from me
with your total alien
dictatorial mindset
I am a titanic emotional wreck
and you are the iceberg that gashed my side
it scares me, the pathology of your personality
because you can sustain it
without any hint of a problem
DENIAL
your lady friends get more tenderness
even though your a***** is in my bed
you don't care, don't want to care
not afraid, WILLING
not to care
OK not to care
not able to care for me anymore
no sexual need for me
“go ahead and do it” -- do what???
My brain is not resting in a safe place
My head is down
shoulders round
taking short breaths
hands clinched
shouting in the shower
what a mistake!
You are NOT in my dreams
except as a torturing ghost
Why can’t I let you go
forget your name
leave it all behind?
This is not a marriage, it is an arrangement
I can't “go ahead and do it”
trying hard all this time
to let you go, move on and get out
I’ve disgraced myself
rewinding my thoughts of you
I can't say anything too make you feel better other then I am sorry for the situation you are in even though I have no idea what is going on. You are right there is no poetic merit to it. But poems aren't about merit. What makes poems great are not the methods' or philosophies that so many people base off now-a-day's. But, what really counts are the emotions' and thoughts' that are behind each sentence, word, and period. Again I am sorry and I hope you come across a reasonable solution.