My Way of Recovering
The past is the past
and it is time to move on
from the fear and hurting,
from the distrust and shame.
It takes two to make it work
but it only takes one to make it hurt.
I remained faithful until the end,
too bad he can’t say the same.
Why am I to take the blame?
Just because I got tired of his games.
I should have know from the start
that he would rip my world apart.
Now that some time has passed,
I look back on our relationship and have to ask,
Was it love? Or was it just loneliness?
It should have just been a fling.
I tried and tried
while inside I cried.
I worked multiple jobs|
to support the slob.
He spent his days playing games and talking on the phone
and it didn’t stop when I got home.
I still have to cook and clean
but if I asked him to help, that’s when he got mean.
Cruel words were said
and I was given no choice in bed.
There were bruises that I couldn’t hide
and many times I wish that I had died.
He always put his family first,
even when I was going through the worst.
He should have been by my side
when I had surgery for the baby that died.
It was more important for him to spend time with his dad
and that is when I knew that our relationship had gone bad.
Four years of wasted time
and I was left without a dime.
As I slowly get back on my feet,
no more days with nothing to eat.
Learning to cope with my anger
so I am sharing my words with a stranger.
This is my way of recovering
from a relationship that never should have been.
Making new friends and being happy again.
The words to help speed my recovery:
Sands of time and winds of change
ease my mind and heal my soul
set my heart free from this cage
and let love take my hand.