I was told, -'You drive me to drink.'
My bad habit was speaking before I think.
-'Typical drunk, like to blame others for your problems, '
Thought you would like me in helping you solve them.
You threw a glass that splattered on the floor,
Three days, it sat as we traveled back and forth to the door,
I was to blame for getting you mad,
-'It's not my fault, You can't control your temper.'
I just had to add.
You did your damndest to break my spirit,
I stood my ground, hoping you would fear it.
With your anger you threw me to the floor,
Two years of Lawyers, I finally got you out the door.
The plan was to make me squirm with all the pressure,
Sweat from your forehead, told me nothing could be better,
The time had come to finally break away,
There's just no more that we have to say,
You pleaded with me day and night,
-'Lets try again, Lets make this right.'
-'You got to be kidding, I can't take any more.
-Don't come back, I've changed the locks on the doors.'
Once I got rid of him I thought it was the end.
I found myself having to deal with his friends.
-'You will have to go, I'm running my bath.'
-'What's stopping you? ' Your voices had asked.
-'Things were different,
When he thought it his house, '
You will have to leave,
Go visit the big louse.
Christine Kerr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beginning-of-the-end-part-2/
