Feelings, Fantasies, and Other Thoughts on Life

Conflicted

Conflicted

You are quite sweet, looks of extraordinary beauty,

But I'm ugly, always going upon my duties,

Trying to make everything okay for him.

Remember that I married he on a whim.

Oh! how wrong was I

To think that he was the guy

When you were standing here all along!

Your face so radiant, arms so strong.

I sneak out to you every night,

Whether or not he and I are in a fight.

I sneak out to you for comfort and protection,

Even though I know that I'll never win.

I want to be with you

But what am I to do?

If I tell he that it's not meant to be

Only more will he abuse me.

I guess I was wrong to try this,

I knew that things would only go amiss!

But who am I to say what's right

When in one eye, I've already lost sight.

He did this to me, you know.

My heart yearns for revenge, does it show?

Yet every night I go to bed, loving he

But wanting to be with ye.

My mind is so conflicted,

And you cry as I am whipped

Trying to decide whether to take the abuse,

Or take your ex wife and fill the shoes?