Poem Poem by Kay Tee

He loved her smile, he loved her hair
He loved how sometimes she didn't care.
He loved the twinkle in her eyes
He loved her more than all, to her surprise.

She loved his humor,
She loved his heart.
She loved how even when they tried,
they couldn't  part.
She loved their secrets,
She loved it all,

but one day their love just happened to fall.

He loved another,
He loved her more.
He gave her his heart,
She gave hers for sure.

The past was the past,
their love did not last,
she goes through the day
Like her hearts made of glass.
It's fragile and precious,
So it breaks when she walks,
When she hears his voice,
When she hears him talk.

At one point she knew she had to move on.
She was already too weak,
And it had been way to long.
So she held in her tears,
She held them in tight,
Decided that time that
She'd get through the night.

After a while she took control of her life.
She let out her anger,
She put down the knife.
She realized their love was just an illusion.
He was just lying, smiling, and abusing.

When two months later,
A knock on the door.
It was the middle of the night, and
He was laying on the floor.
He was screaming and begging
To let him back in,
With a bottle in his hand.
She thought he wouldn't win.

But he was the 'one'..
She said afterall.
she assumed she could change him.
She assumed very wrong.

Because one year later, with a baby in her hand.
Crying and sick
She needed her man.
Daddy was always 'working'.
Daddy was never home.
She already gave up searching,
For something better than her own.

10 years later,
The baby grew older.
Little Melissa,
Their beautiful daughter.
Melissa never knew why mommy was always sad,
Why she would cry,
Or have fights with her dad.

7 years after,
Melissa was leaving.
Off to college,
Boy life is deceiving.
The only thing
Mother could adore
Packed up her bags,
And walked out the door.

Daddy had moved
Somewhere down south.
So there mommy was,
Fearful with doubt.
Nothing to live for,
They were all gone.
No husband,
No daughter,
She was back to page one.

Her heart was aching,
Her heart was stressed.
A tragic life.
Never experienced the best.
So remember that knife?
The one she had in her youth?
A slash in her right and left wrist
With no dispute.
And there she layed not able to speak,
Because her heart was not strong
Just fragile and weak.