And you loved me.
Where has he gone,
the man I used to love?
Your smile is wonderful but never for me,
Your smile is kept for others;
For me you never bother
Your words can be sweet
But for me they are bitter:
Designed to hurt me, to hit.
Your touch is electric;
But you save it miserly,
Just like your love for those times
When you need me most -
What is the cost
Of your attention?
Never good enough, never bright enough, never satisfied.
Discontented with what you used to like,
Always stricturing, demanding, commanding -
What can I do but retreat into silence?
A lover who doesn't love,
A husband who doesn't cherish,
A carer who doesn't care,
One who disdains to give affection -
Or even to take it.
Never saying please thank you or sorry,
To admit fault like giving away your life;
Full of conspiracy theories -
But unable to see your own corruption -
Where is the man I used to love?
31 December 2014
169 words, 34 lines
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