Men
Sometimes I want to throw things
But there is nothing with in arm's length,
When I look at you I just want to cry
But I haven't got the strength.
You tie my stomach up in knots
I'm physically just so sick,
I'm miserable at times from things that you do
This isn't what I picked.
This relationship was your choice
I asked you to make sure you understand,
That a life with me is limited freedom
You said you were sure and took my hand.
So why then am I hurting
Because I feel I can't compete,
With your drugs, alcohol, and girlfriend
I now surrender and admit defeat.
I'll put the guard back up around my heart
I shouldn't have let anyone in
Momma always said be careful who you love
You can seldom trust in men.
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