How can I love you? I struggle to look at you
Look at all the nothing you do
You say you love me
You care about this family
But all I see are crumbs
Crumbs that someone else always has to clean up
There are hidden places
Bruises that never fade away
I have to nurse them
I am too afraid to open up the wounds that have been
festering
Becoming contaminated
Rotting and moulding eating away at the youth left in my skin
I have little patience
And I cannot accept your 'actions' which you label as 'love'
Your love is not enough
Like a tumour, you exist
getting worse
as the months and years go by
My image of you has eroded
Dust weighing my palm down
I cannot digest
Nod and smile
Because once I do that
I'll begin to
Become complacent
At the end of the day
You're just the man in the bed.
By Charis.
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