I never once doubted his love for me.
It was present in every step he'd take,
In every moment he'd whisper 'till tomorrow
And in every bedside joke he'd make.
He loved me.
I never once questioned his touch.
Every kiss was that of a father,
Every hug was that of friend,
And every drink was that of a man I could confide in.
I never once asked him about his job.
Why he stayed out late or left early.
Why he spent hours sitting by the fireplace with a bottle of scotch
or why he wouldn't let me see my grandfather.
I never once looked at his wife.
I never noticed how they would hold hands in public.
And return to a home in which communication was the least of their concern.
Or how he'd stare blankly at the wall hoping the definition of marriage would include abuse and adultery
I never once figured out his actions.
Why he would hold me tightly and cry when I left.
Why he'd try to tuck me into bed.
Or why he stayed with me when I begged him to leave.
I never once realized why he was my universe.
I was there when he packed his bags and left her to cry,
I was there when he decided to stay,
and I was there for every dance he had with another woman.
And he was once my universe.
Because he repeated the fairytale I was living in my head.
Because he didn't make me feel bad about picking up his habits.
And because showed me what marriage was.
He was my universe because I was his princess.
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