Doomed

My dear we were doomed from the start weren’t we.

Absolving your sins trying to be your God while worshipping mine

I enjoyed your praise too much

Humbled by you and my Lord I wept naked with you in my bed of sin

Praying to God for forgiveness each time

Holding onto your promises of marriage hoping that day in white would absolve me too

How could I be so foolish to believe you

I wrapped myself around you to be stroked by pleasure consumed with passion I was a goner

I no longer existed

All that was left was my projection of a happy life, a happy wife

I had the perfect plan

All I needed was your love

But you took that away with every lie you made

You never trusted me with your truth

You killed us both