BRICK AND MORTAR

Brick by brick, a wall I'm building.               Soulmate's for so many years...               our paths have crossed before we ever met.                                                       Brick and mortar, packed tight, my walls grow.                                                     Our eyes first met, I knew I was home, a mere three months and we became one, sealed by oath and vow.                    Brick by brick my walls will house a lonely and shattered soul.                            You called me angel and promised I would never tread alone, with your promise I carefully gave you mind body and soul.                                                Brick and mortar, packed tight, my walls grow stronger and taller.                   Your beautiful lips utter nothing but lies. Your feet always hit the door, taking every penny, leaving me broke and alone, our two innocents crying. Thanks for the bricks you gracefully left behind.                                                    Brick by brick my walls will stand guard.                                                            I never gave up, I always dragged you home. My family of four would never break oath and vow. For this I would bleed mind body and soul.                           Always apologizing, a pedestal I kept you. Never regretting my oath and vow. Slowly collecting the bricks you so gracefully left behind.                              Brick and mortar, packed tight, my walls about done, only a few bricks left.              Oh but we also had so much fun, raising two beautiful innocents,working hard , fighting, both of us, unfairly and making up fair and square. Slowly building up our soon to be empty nest, buying our home, retiring. Loving, laughing, where have the years gone? But you snapped, I thought you'd gone mad. Your body and mind were here, but rage, anger made your soul go cold.         Brick by brick, faster and faster, hurrying to build my walls.                          Bruises, broken bones, words like bullets, who the hell are you and where the hell has my blue eyes gone... I must wake up or I'll be buried, gone never to be missed. My feet finally hit the door. And then I dragged my mind body and soul back home.                                                              Brick and mortar, packed tight, the bricks all gone, my walls stand strong and tall.                                                         Your finally home again, I think, mind body but no soul. You shut me off, but I know the rules so well, no emotions, no talking about my cares, worries, disappointments, your not interested. In return, you'll hold me, be my lover, my spouse, gently, kindly, you will tease me into loneliness and slowly lead me into a cold, unemotional lonely grave. Always whispering,"I love you most!"                      Brick by brick, no windows, no doors, I built a home for a lonely, sad, but oh so strong, gentle soul. A survivor!            My marriage will always stand, but only in mind, body but alas, no souls. My oath and vow, unbroken, for this, l have bled, mind body and soul...