Why

from SylviaPoe - Monday, December 09, 2002
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blurb

My husband took off his wedding ring last nite
"weve" been ending for awhile yet that cut me as a knife
Confusion and dread filled my heart and I tried to cry
"it means nothing to you" he said " so to me it should? why?"

I dug at my hands, I silently wanted to scream
but everyone kept playing and smoking, to them I was left unseen
I wanted to beg and plead for a chance, it seemed the thing to do
but every word each accusation were irretrievably true.

where do you go when there is nowhere to go?
what can you hide if theres nothing left inside?

driving back home alone in my car,
trying to focus but home seems very far
I stumble through the door and first thing I see
the poem he has written, that I wish were written for me

I'm flying so high now I know I won't care
yet I wonder if he'll fuck me, if he would dare
he does and it hurts and I want it to hurt
but after I get up and on my way to work
I realise I'm still me nothing has changed
I'm still trapped in a play that someone else has staged
When I get home tonite I'll stare at the phone and wonder
why there is no one to call that will care when I go under.