Not Much To Say
#576
Today is the ides of May
The anniversary of that day
The worst mistake of my life
Becoming my best friend's wife
We married on May 15, 1995
I was never happier to be alive
3 months later it all exploded
Any love was instantly eroded
His mask fell; so did my tears
He exceeded all of my fears
Pregnant and 40 years old
It wasn't the dream I was sold
20 years I was an open book
And he took a good long look
He knew me inside and out
I was trapped he had no doubt
My soul screamed and shivered
At the living hell he delivered
I was traumatized to the bone
By guilt and shame I didn't own
For sixteen years he had his way
All I ever got was hell to pay
My final escape went well
Taking me to a new kind of hell
I'd lost every friend I ever had
The situation was truly sad
Alone in the middle of nowhere
Exhausted with trauma to spare
Today is the ides of May
I won't have much to say...
rksmith
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