Poisonous Life

Broken bottle of booze on the sidewalk
Shattered glass, God knows why.
Jagged cut on my finger
Bleeding from the bread knife glide.

Some things never can
Be put back together again,
Like you and me-
You're with her, and I'm learning to be free.

Other cuts take longer,
So much longer to heal
Like the wounds you gave my heart,
Scars that are just starting to look real.

I don't trust myself anymore,
Don't trust what I'll do with others.
I don't believe in love that lasts-
Just a duty of being plundered.

I know this is not truth
Because I see reality around me.
I don't know how to shake the thoughts,
The bondage that's surrounding

My heart and head
With words that you said
Spoken like poison
Into the ocean of my soul.

You would always say,
A lake of truth to hide a drop of poison,
But I found the drop of truth
In your poisonous life.

God did not make me to be a slave;
He did not make you to hurt others.
This is not His fault,
Just a lie you told us to cope.

I wish someone would have taught you
That real men protect, provide, profess
What's going on in their hearts and souls,
That you are good and not evil-

So we would have been different.

But I cannot change the past,
Cannot erase the memories
Nor banish the thought
Of the suffering in lovemaking.

All I can do is forgive you,
Learn another way,
Talk this through to heal the wound,
And know I will one day be okay.