“Only two lives to live”

I used to like her…

Liking turned into love…

Loving turned into fights…

Fighting into crying…

She put the finger up and shoved it in my face…

Drastic change as I felt love dying…

I feel I’m dying trying to keep faith…

But my face breaks as the vase breaks…

I leave the room for breathing room…

Soon I return to burned clothes…

Then I wake up…

Viewing beauty before make up she smiles wide…

If she knew her guy would she…

Could she know and was also cheating…

Could she be messed up inside…

Never get rest and lay at night with open eyes…

Her eyes now fixed on my mine…

I’m the only one drinking the devil’s wine I see…

She is so blind when it comes to me…

There were times when she saw signs and she still came to me…

Man, shame on me…

The blames on me for the feelings that I have…

The reason why for days I have not laughed or smiled…

Hugged or kissed my wife and child…

because I have guilt…

And I lay next to her with tears in my eyes…

She asked why I cry…

I say because I love you, now go to sleep babe…

And she goes back to sleep…

But I can’t; for I feel those repelling dreams will be reality one day…

So I stay awake and think and create; think and create…

Stories and lies to keep the truth hidden inside…

All because of the ironic answer when asked the question why…

Because I love her…

S.William Breaston aka S.Phantom