swallowing her lies, day after day, night after night
Respect had walked out the door the night before,
I should have followed suit
I thought I could change her
I was so very wrong and so tired.
I found solace in the bathroom,
Puking, momentarily relieving myself
tomorrow the sequel continues
I am tired of the half truths, innuendos, the nagging
So very tired,
why am I still here?
© August 2014 Wayne Campbell