He does not belong to me...
His heart is not mine, his tears aren't for me, nor is his love
The man I loved was taken from me so long ago
I am stuck with what is left of him...of his soul
Drifting across the sea's to a place I can no longer reach
But still I stay, swimming in the pool of his darkness
He can't help what he has become, so what am I left to do?

The light in his eyes have been expunged, the warmth from his hands have left
The passion in his heart has dried and I am trapped in between the cracks of his disparity
I painfully suffocate without his presence

He comes home again, DRUNK
I can hear his parted footsteps stammering around downstairs
He yells my name with such rage thinking he is alone
"Melanie!!! MELAINE, WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Shaken and broken from the anger in his voice
I come downstairs, each step let's out a terrible streak
As if to warn me to turn back

But I can't, I won't...he calls to me and I must come
There he sits in the chair as he always does with the bottle still in his hands
Unable to stand
Yes he, this creature is my man
"Where have you been? I've been shouting your name for hours"
He does this every time

"ANSWER ME BITCH! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" ANSWER ME"
His voice cripples my very soul, I can't speak...I can't move...can't run
I hear the bottle break against the floor as it slips out of his hand when he stands
His hands come rushing for my neck, unbalanced and feeble he falls on top of me

Finally he is with me, his body is against mine and we are trapped together
The snitch of liquor against his breath stains my nose
As the blood runs from my nose under the pressure of his rage wrapped around my neck
From the tears that now flood my eyes, I can see that he is crying to
My breath leaving my body
The strength in his grip lets me know that he loves me, that he once cared for me
Finally his passion, tears and love are for me...

I know behind him underneath his jacket is his knife, his pocket knife
He never leaves home without it
But I won't reach for it, I am not him
I can't kill him the way he has murdered me
My love, my support, my faithfulness and loyalty

I take my last breath
A memory flashes before my eyes
Paradise...
We are on our honeymoon and I can hear his voice in my ear
He's reading to me, a poem...a poem he wrote for me, me only...
But I can only remember the last verse

"Forever will be our love until death does us apart..."


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