My husband had the world in the palms of hands,
the looks of a model,
the aspiration of a poet
with his alluring words.
Those words hooked, lined, and caught me.
The girl that came from a small town.
The girl who was peaches and cream.
The girl who was his saving grace,
but, wait,
that girl was not me.
I wasn't the girl he thought I was,
the girl he wanted me to be.
I couldn't mend his broken wings,
nor could I love him back,
no matter how hard I tried.
I left his heart hollow.
The man that had everything that the eye could see,
but no one knew he did not have me.
A/N: Could you marry a man you couldn't love? Even if he had the world in his hands?
It's a sad thing to be in a loveless marriage. Wouldn't you think?
