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Time To Stop

It’s time we stopped fighting
About things that dont mean a thing
It’s time we started fighting
To save this broken ring.
 
I used to tremble with your every touch
Now I cringe at the thought
Of me not meaning all that much
To all the lies I foolishly bought.
 
I feel the fool you’ve made of me
While all along I’m your wife
Feeding me enough to keep me here
But starving me of our life.
 
I’m not your equal, I’m not your number one
You made that quite clear to me.
You’ve been acting like you’re done,
Wondering why I won’t let it be
 
You’ve stripped me bare,
Taken all the “me” out of me,
Finding that you really dont care
And say I’m the one who doesnt see
 
You didnt do anything you say
So theres one that we agree on
You lived your life for you each day
Not sharing a sunset, a thought or a dawn.
 
So what is left to even save?
I’m trying to find a thread
But you think you never gave
A thing to cause this dread.
 
You think you gave it all
And I brought all of none
So I get blame for the fall
And then its all said and done?
 
Whatever you tell yourself
To make it not on you
Put it on the top shelf
To hide from every view.
 
If you could know the price i pay
In every part of my life and being
For your deceipt every day
That you aren’t even seeing.

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