Truth

The picture is subsequent do to what I feel.
He treated me like a meal.
My first my only.
From birth to now he was my Pronoun.
Gave him five years after he begged and plead.
From 17 to 22 my life was green then blue.
Two children born 4 miscarried my life torn.
Was deemed unable to conceive at age 16.
It’s been stressful and hell, but glamorous times did prevail.
But this other she has something I can never give him.
A something I no longer crave to be in anguish about.
No doubt.
The journey has been long, I was faithful all alone.
I hate to hate but yet I do.
My pain our story we always made it through.
At this time though lately I’ve been feeling used and abused.
It’s been making me so obtrude.
So now I think it’s time to be through, maybe discover something new.
I want this life of mine to be less blue!
To be listened to and yearned, as I once showed to the love of my life, the one I called boo.