I Know Her
I wish the things I know about her
Were foreign to me
It would make things easier
If I did not know her
But I do know her
Year after year
And week after week
She sat across from me
On patios in the city
Over wine
She shared all of her life with me
I know her
He knew her too
Through me
I gave her to him
Willingly
Blindly
I trusted them both
Year after year
And week after week
To never deceive me
But they both did
Her, across patio tables from me
Him, inside our home
Beside me in bed
Sometimes inside of me
Day after day
He never left
Until I caught them in their lies
Until I caught them betraying my trust
Until I caught them destroying my life
I wish what I know of her was foreign to me
But I know her
I know her better now, than who I believed her to be
She is trash and filth
She always was in some ways
I just chose to tolerate the parts of her that offended me
I should have seen
I should have known
That one day
She would turn that hatred
Of so many things
That I was one of the things
She hated most
She used me against me
To take what I gave her willingly and blindly
Him
What else I know
Is
She is not me
Nothing like me
I know her
Maybe not as intimately as he does
But I know
Her hatred of so many things
Is stronger than her ability to love
He will know this eventually
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