He spoke of love as my heart-strings scatter on the floor
broken and weary from years of discord.
How can I gather the words needed to adequately confess
my distress at such blasphemy.
You know nothing of it!
You gather words and spew forth rhetoric as a mask,
thinly veiled and never meant to last.
You vowed to give the only thing I asked.
A task secured I thought,
in the harmony of our marriage bed.
Instead I stand here broken while you boast.
Truth is the one thing I value most!
Yet you refuse, use and abuse.
Yet, I do not regret the music of our lust
or the chaotic sound of your lies.
You taught me to weigh words more heavily;
To open my eyes and see…
When defining fact from fiction,
actions are the melody.
© Day Dreamer