A Love Story - Poem 1

The Wounds of Anothers Blade

 

How can I be angry with you?

This isn't even your fault

You didn't open this wound

Or mean to rub it with salt

 

Your only dream was a life with me

Maybe we headed that way too quick

If only we'd stopped for a second or three

Maybe I woudn't feel quite so sick

 

You disappeared before our big day

And no one's heard from you since

But I shouldn't have to find out this way

Are you really a conglomerate prince?

 

You promised you would be there

No matter whatever it took

A love like ours in a gemstone rare

We're a new chapter in Cupid's book

 

An ex-girlfriend you said, not your wife

Why didn't you tell me the truth?

But the police they came to destroy my life

So I'd love to hear your excuse

 

Your wife she's dead and there are no clues

Except you're not where you said you'd be

And I'm a shadow, a no one, a dirty bruise

Because your family don't know about me

 

So I'm standing in my wedding dress

With there eyes burning towards me

I have a hotel full of our wedding guests

In a police station I should be

 

"What I have to say maybe hard to take"

He says, and I know I'm going to lose

With head in hands, my heart it breaks

It's never easy to hear bad news

 

So you were found and I am lost

Were the secrets worth the cost?

Was it a life with me or just a game?

Is it even fair to hold you to blame?

 

Years from now will I be angry with you?

Will this tainted heart believe love was true?

Are these precious memories for me to save?

Or should I just walk away from your grave?

 

First Published on this site in March 2011 © Erin Cawood