To think of my task is chilling. 

To know I was carefully building the mask
I was wearing for two years,
swearing I'd tear it off.
I've sat in the dark explaining to myself
that I'm straining too hard for feelings
I ought to find easily.
Called myself Jezebel. I don't believe.
Before I say that the vows we made
weigh like a stone in my heart.
Family is family,
don't let this tear us apart.
You lie there, an innocent baby.
I feel like the thief
who is raiding your home,
entering and breaking
and taking in every room.
I know your feelings are tender
and that inside you the embers still glow.
But I'm a shadow,
I'm only a bed of blackened coal.
Call myself Jezebel for wanting to leave.
I'm not saying I'm replacing love
for some other word to describe the sacred tie
that bound me to you.
I'm just saying we've mistaken one
for thousands of words.
And for that mistake,
I've caused you such pain
that I damn that word.
I've no more ways to hide
that I'm a desolate and empty,
hollow place inside.
I'm not saying I'm replacing love
for some other word to describe
the sacred tie that bound me to you.
I'm not saying love's a plaything.
No, it's a powerful word,
inspired by strong desire
to bind myself to you.
How I wish that we never had tried
to be man and his wife,
to weave our lives into a blindfold
over both our eyes.





Eager to please was just the way that he was 

though his attempts there falling short,
expectation
see he would tell of all his conquests,
was he bragging?
but in the evening all alone
Ellen unplanned delays
saving for someone who really cared about you
invincible they say
married to your name
she was the kind between a child and a lady,
quick was her temper
like a blaez from an ember
no one had measured to her standard,
so in the evening all alone all alone
how do I tell them to open their minds
and to take a chance
maybe on finding life’s treasure stubborn they stay set
in their ways really not wanting to be lonely not alone.