Stabbed

by Courtney   Oct 2, 2012


She's a effing liar
I despise her

She really cut deep this time.
It's like I have a open wound,
and all she does is squirt in lemon and lime.

You said everything would be the same.
Yet you tell me if I didn't open my legs,
I wouldn't be the one to blame.

I gave birth to a beautiful child.
All you care about now is him, and it's
making my emotions go wild.

People mistake you as his mother.
It drives me insane that you let it slip by and you say,
"yes and this is my beautiful daughter."

You think you know what I'm going through.
Be honest with yourself, you don't have a clue.

I feel hate, agonizing pain in and out.
All I want to do is crawl into a ball and die.
I'm pretty sure you would send a card to my grave saying two words: "Good Bye."

In the beginning of my life,
you said you would love me unconditionally.
At the end, you stabbed me in the back,
wishing for me to leave you and my son
behind willingly.

If you think that's going to happen,
you have another thing comin'.

I'm not going down, until I put you back in your place.
You have no idea what I would love to do to your face.

I'm not going down as easy as you think.
I'm going to get him back as quick as a blink.

I'm not going to go through any legal system to do so.
I'm going to stay close to see who he will actually choose.
That's right, you already know.

Nothing, no one can erase his mind of the memories he has of him and I.
I don't understand why you would try?

He will always be my little baby boy, my bundle of joy, the one that saved my life.
Yet, you want to to tear us apart, by coming between us with a knife.

I will always hate you for doing this to me.
The sad part is that you could careless,
probably because that's how you always wanted it to be.

Me against you, You against me
At the end of the day
it doesn't matter,
because either way...
You're dead to me.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Courtney

    Thanks for the feed back.

  • 13 years ago

    by Marvellous

    To err, is human beings, we serve. Forgiveness, demands no reserve.

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