by Jennifer L Banks
I remember my husband,walking out the door
Meeting other women
One last time, I said “no more”.
The guy who went and partied and racey
Met a new girl he said, her name was Tracy.
The guy who left because I was too strange
Nothing I thought we couldn't arrange
The man who wanted group sex
and watch me suck new cock
I rolled my eyes, shook my head no
and sat stubbornly like a rock
The pervert who liked little boys
young convicts and shiny toys
Full of alcohol and strife
Left me screaming "this isn't my life!"
The guy who beat me silly
and had an agenda of hate
Held a loaded .45 to my knees
just because I was late
The man who said nothing
just walked away
I have no idea if he's even ok
When his lanky hand flew across my face
I knew it was time to go, without a trace
The boy who liked strippers, go go girls and
drug trippers, I swear I needed flippers.
The dead boyfriend, everyone has one of those
Not an car wreck or cancer, just an overdose
the sweet family guy with the dark angelic wife
The one I thought I'd looked for all my life
Decided to stay back and work it out, no doubt
Posted on 11/16/2011
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/16/11 at 09:07 PM|
|Posted by Mo Couts on 11/16/11 at 09:11 PM|
Wow. But you survived and wrote this telling poem despite it all; outstanding.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/16/11 at 10:22 PM|
You do incredible poetic justice to the story. Wow.