Once he was all she had in her thoughts,
Then through him, She, was added,
Another time not too long after,
Another She, was added…
She questioned herself,
What am I doing?
What have I done?
Only to realize, he was not grown.
An impressionist, deceptive, boy,
Stunted by thoughts so small
As the porn he stayed up to watch,
While she struggled with their tiny tot’s uneasy nights.
How did she not see,
This boy in a man’s body?
Down talk women acquaintance so easily
Then turn around in silence to them to be seen as the true friend
Making her look like the jealous, inhumane wife
Who calls their acquaintances names,
That his emotional intimacy, can appear sane!
How can he? Can he be fixed? Maybe not…
As she had come to see.
The rain of her tears, has ceased to fall
As the cycle of remembered scenes recalled
The blatant and childish lies, rolled from his once sweet worded tongue
No longer bear any loving chords.
Now she faces the reality
Of a man-child’s chemistry!
With choice in her hands
She can now set herself free.
©2017~VearnaGloster
