wasted years.

There was once a time when I thought I knew you
Before all this mess and meaningless waste
Before you slammed the phone down for the last time
And shook our house to the foundations with the slamming
Our front door.

Believe me I to thought of walking out
But as our daughters eyes reflected the pain of my broken heart
I stayed and picked up the shattered shards of broken
Promises, and crushed dreams,
We used to share when we were young.

I thought we would be together for ever.
And even though you had a different religion
And we worshiped different gods
I thought our gods knew what it meant to love.
Mine was the God of hell fire, yours was liberal
And humanistic in its values.
Resplendent in mercy and a rewarder of those who
Faithfully took up their cross and walked hand in hand
No matter what.

Those hands those hands of yours,
So delicate and nurturing.
How could they betray your very own flesh and blood?
We were joined in matrimony and the blood
That ran through my veins
Ran deep through yours
As when we made love my name is all you would recite.

Now our union is the remains of a dead thing,
Covered in blood
Dripping envy and hatred in every last drop.
That is really what I felt when you phoned
And asked if I was now ok.
Felt like my heart was bleeding down the phone line.
As you didn’t stick around when they pulled the knife
Out of my chest. And that’s what you never knew
That I would bleed for you and die too.
But the latter is now a promise for someone else.