To Escape Your Scorn

Looking back over the years

But a number of things aren’t quite clear

You were always supposed to be here

I feel like a sailboat that can’t steer,

Sure I had a hint here and there

No two are ever a perfect pair

Sometimes I just sit and stare

Thinking of things I never dared,

Yes, I knew you were a damaged child

Broken enough and just beguiled

I tried to be tender and mild

But you always got so easily riled,

You, the irrational little princess

A cross between an Amazon and Lady Tess

You ended up being an adulteress

Now I enjoy living even less,

I was always containing a potential storm

Just trying to escape your scorn

You lived your life as if war torn

But, I loved you anyway like my first born,

They say broken people do broken things

Some make a collection of wedding rings

Some look at life like a prolonged bee sting

Then there are those lost souls who cling,

You lacked self-awareness my Darling

And you led me by the nose on a string

Robbed our future together with a fling

Now I rarely hear the birds sing,

Forgiveness is not a product of mankind

We seem to destroy everything we find

Rejecting honey for the bitter rind

Love becomes a death warrant signed.