To a man I loved that never truly existed.
Your being is polluted and with every word spoken from your lips. I became an addict to the posion.
The all of me was give to a man with a diease.
Controlling, Demanding, Consumed with Failed promises.
Denial, Loss of sanity.
Grow apart- at last
and forget thy hand-
Grow apart- be free
from thy hauntings.
Does your mind faulter,
when possessed by me?
No longer able, far from free.
His ropes around your choking neck,
in the threads entangled are your regrets.
Tighter they fight to consume your unconscious mind.
Denial is a stronghold
to those who remain captivated by its venom.
As the other woman
Ive believed your lies.
I was always free when you wanted me,
if you wanted me.
As the other woman,
Ive prayed you'd make up your mind.
Ive had to put my pride away and watch you live a double life.
As the other woman, you've lied to me, used me
and told me if I loved you, I'd be patient.
But I am the woman on the side
and no longer will my patience wait for your indecisive mind.
In the words I cannot speak,
lay my apologies.
With hope that we will make it,
lies my faith.
My imperfections have shown too many.
Copyright (c) Brandi Kennedy 2009.
