By Your Own Design
The first year you pledged your love for me
Then we became friends with benefits
Now you look in my eyes and say you feel “empty”
After four years, you want to call it quits
Where is the man with that captivating smile?
What became of the compassion he gave?
This hurt I feel now, was it worthwhile?
Did you know your words would hit like a tidal wave?
Just one day after learning of my illness
You logged onto “makelovetomywife.com”
My feelings I have tried to suppress
But the anger inside is a ticking time bomb
Should I lash back, spread the word you have no soul?
Or should I just learn to live alone the rest of my life?
Am I to waste tears on a man who can’t change a toilet roll?
I never asked to be your wife, but who could expect such strife?
Ready, willing and able I ran
Each time you called with a concern
Perhaps I was just part of your game plan:
Pick a victim and watch her heart burn
I won’t let go of the good memories we shared
But you'll soon be a castaway drifting on the sea
And even today, if I thought you cared
You’d have a chance to inflict more pain on me
Unhitch the ropes and let your ship sail away
Leave only some tender moments behind
Please leave today, don’t delay
This is your future, by your own design
*Entry for Lisa Hiatt’s “Letting Go” contest
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