Legacy

Relationship: Consequences of fly, crash and burn.

I met the most amazing man.
I crave his every touch.
He makes me feel alive, inside.
I love him, oh so much.

A whirlwind of emotion, new.
I'm breathless in this bliss.
I mold myself to capture him
and feel his heady kiss.

I change, to suit his taste,
though it's like another's dress.
Anything, I'd do for him.
It's worth it all, I guess.

Some days he is Prince Charming,
with a gift of rose, in hand.
Some days he is so distant
and I just don't understand.

I ever try to please him.
I think it can't be done.
Sometimes, when he is angry,
he goes off like a gun.

The more I try to love him,
the angrier he seems.
Every day it gets much worse.
In his eyes, hatred gleams.

Last night, he pushed me out the door.
I'm standing on the street.
What little he has left me,
bagged, and resting at my feet.

So now, I stand abandoned,
seeking help from above.
In my arms, I hold our baby.
A legacy of love.



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