Why Do You Do That?

Why do you do that? Take the wind out of my sails?
Just like he did, when I was so frail?

Why do you show me I am not good enough? Let me hope and believe, and then call my bluff?

Dangling three words upon my ear, I LOVE YOU, my precious dear.

I have heard that before, but where and why? Oh, I remember, that was the day the real me died.

I cannot be normal. I cannot be sane. I cannot be anything that includes a name.

Why you might ponder from time to time? Because, my dear, I am not worth a dime.

You tell me every day in every way you can how tarnished I am and how you are not my man.

We just play this game of keeping house, but I will never have it. My dreams have been doused.

Three words of poison ring in my ear, because love is not LOVE to you my dear.

It is held over my head day and night. I am afraid to speak out, afraid that I might, tarnish my yet already tarnished soul, and then again have no one to hold.

I do something wrong and in your eyes, you look at me with deep despise.

No more I love you until I am in good grace again. You wear your love so sleek and thin.

A sheet of ice if Princess is not perfect every day. I guess you are just made that way?

It tears my soul and rips my heart that we have grown so far apart, but do you see or even care? I do what I do because it is fair.

You take my dreams and rip them apart. It will not be the first time they have fallen apart. Older and wiser, I still seek the same, a man to love me tarnished, and give me a name.

That man is you, but you cannot see clear. So far apart, and yet so near. Wanting to come and hold me at night, wishing away all of my fright. But seeing me brings a tear to your eye, and part of you just wants me to die.

Kind of twisted for true love my dear. You live in hate. I live in fear.

Celena Marie Ellis