Because I can't say this to him...
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Join Date: Aug 2004
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Because I can't say this to him...
Because I can't share this with my husband, I thought it might help to share it here...
Insufficient memories, never of the right type.
Beer breath, hot and heavy
Mingled with the stench of stale cigarettes.
How many times have I begged you to shed your shell of indifference
and tap into desires hid deep within?
But you refuse, and choose to ignore the fact that in the process of
protecting yourself, you have extracted and destroyed the very core of me.
I am hollow.
I am nothing but that which is allowable to you.
I have stopped dreaming,
stopped expecting,
stopped striving to evolve.
Everyday I hold my breath, anxiously awaiting for the smallest crack to
appear.
A fissure in your neatly constructed walls.
A hint that one day you might recover a portion of what you've lost
-What you have freely given up.
But your thoughts and attention are completely devoured by a mistress that
I cannot compete with.
She strokes your ego and asks for nothing less than your complete devotion.
And you never disappoint her.
She claims your failures as her own
And feeds you full of her lies so that you are no longer able to stomach the
truth.
She rules my roost and undermines our happiness.
Yet each night you slip into bed-with the taste of her still wet on your lips and wonder why I won't kiss you !
Insufficient memories, never of the right type.
Beer breath, hot and heavy
Mingled with the stench of stale cigarettes.
How many times have I begged you to shed your shell of indifference
and tap into desires hid deep within?
But you refuse, and choose to ignore the fact that in the process of
protecting yourself, you have extracted and destroyed the very core of me.
I am hollow.
I am nothing but that which is allowable to you.
I have stopped dreaming,
stopped expecting,
stopped striving to evolve.
Everyday I hold my breath, anxiously awaiting for the smallest crack to
appear.
A fissure in your neatly constructed walls.
A hint that one day you might recover a portion of what you've lost
-What you have freely given up.
But your thoughts and attention are completely devoured by a mistress that
I cannot compete with.
She strokes your ego and asks for nothing less than your complete devotion.
And you never disappoint her.
She claims your failures as her own
And feeds you full of her lies so that you are no longer able to stomach the
truth.
She rules my roost and undermines our happiness.
Yet each night you slip into bed-with the taste of her still wet on your lips and wonder why I won't kiss you !
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Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Worcester MA
Posts: 199
Beautiful poem! So sad ... but so true. If I showed it to my husband he'd probably cry ... and them probably want a drink. Guess I won't show it to him.
My husband only drank Molson beer. I called it "Devil in a blue dress" because the can is blue. Did the popping sound of a beer can opening ever start to sound like a gun shot to anyone other than me?
My husband only drank Molson beer. I called it "Devil in a blue dress" because the can is blue. Did the popping sound of a beer can opening ever start to sound like a gun shot to anyone other than me?
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Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Southern NJ
Posts: 250
Toms Girl,
Yes, the pop of the top, definitely has the sound of a warning shot fired -- that sound can set off a barrage of emotions in me too.
I'm just glad I'm not the only one who thinks of booze as "the lover" - it's like being a part of a triangle romance...
This place (SR) rocks!
Marti
Yes, the pop of the top, definitely has the sound of a warning shot fired -- that sound can set off a barrage of emotions in me too.
I'm just glad I'm not the only one who thinks of booze as "the lover" - it's like being a part of a triangle romance...
This place (SR) rocks!
Marti
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Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: cicero ny
Posts: 65
Why can't you share that with him? Why can't you just casually leave it on the kitchen table or somewhere else where he might notice it? You don't have to bring it to his attention, just let him stumble (no pun intended) upon it and maybe he'll read it. You never know. Sometimes it's little things like a poem that might open his eyes.
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Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Des Moines, IA
Posts: 184
I like that idea amarie! You could just put it in your notebook and leave it out open to that page. Then if he tries to pick a fight about it just say. "If you don't want to know my innermost thoughts don't read my poetry" 
No really advocating this because I don't know much about your situation but the Idea of it just struck me somehow.
No really advocating this because I don't know much about your situation but the Idea of it just struck me somehow.
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