Thursday, February 21, 2008
What I Want Is...
What do I want? I want to break that glass and slash my wrists until all the blood drips from my body.
What do I want? I want something made of metal that I can heat up and press into my flesh until it sizzles and melts.
What do I want? I want a Hubby who listens to me and doesn't scream at me for every mistake that I make.
What do I want? I want him to hold me and stroke my hair and kiss the tears from my eyes.
What do I want? I want him to tell me that he loves me and that everything will be okay.
What do I want? I want him to like who I am and not threaten to sign my children away.
What do I want? I want him to smile at me like he used to after making love to me.
What do I want? I want to take away his accusations that I am an unfit person to be raising our kids.
What do I want? I want him to love me like a man's supposed to love his wife. I want the Hubby who doesn't point his finger in my face and make me scared that I'll end up in a hospital.
What do I want? I want to feel welcome in my own house and bed.
What do I want? I want him to admit that I try my hardest even if I'm just a failure in his eyes.
What do I want?
I want him. And I'm don't even know why when he obviously doesn't want me back.
What do I want? I want something made of metal that I can heat up and press into my flesh until it sizzles and melts.
What do I want? I want a Hubby who listens to me and doesn't scream at me for every mistake that I make.
What do I want? I want him to hold me and stroke my hair and kiss the tears from my eyes.
What do I want? I want him to tell me that he loves me and that everything will be okay.
What do I want? I want him to like who I am and not threaten to sign my children away.
What do I want? I want him to smile at me like he used to after making love to me.
What do I want? I want to take away his accusations that I am an unfit person to be raising our kids.
What do I want? I want him to love me like a man's supposed to love his wife. I want the Hubby who doesn't point his finger in my face and make me scared that I'll end up in a hospital.
What do I want? I want to feel welcome in my own house and bed.
What do I want? I want him to admit that I try my hardest even if I'm just a failure in his eyes.
What do I want?
I want him. And I'm don't even know why when he obviously doesn't want me back.
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