https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg9-I0ULERA
It wasn’t the terrible things I did
Or was it?
It wasn’t the terrible things I said
Or was it?
But you slipped away in the dead of night
Another in a long line of escapees
Fleeing the safety of anywhere but here.
We did eat well, too well I heard you say
We never held back spending a dollar
We splurged at every opportunity
But still you said such terrible things.
I was mean, inconsiderate
Self centred, oh how you loved that word
I started to believe it once.
Then thought what a cow you were
Not loving me as I am
Faults and flaws all listed
No fine print to mull over.
An imperfect man defective in many ways
But made to order just for you.
You selected me, a random pick you said
From oh so many suitors
Who came so rarely to your door.
But I was easy pickings,
Gullible, vain, bordering on the pathetic
Like a puppy I panted at your side
Agreeing to anything.
You manipulated me
Punished me for being me
So in the end it was a terrible thing
You slipped, you slided,
You disappeared, a long way down
And I was left with a terrible memory
Wiped clean by fate itself
Or so I’m told.
Morpethroad 
oh, that was really terrible! good write, Michael 🙂
That was sad. I hope she didn’t trip down the stairs on the way out…😬
Well one does wonder on such things, thank you Mandy for stopping by my humble little blog…
Always a pleasure 😊
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Such a heart wrenching write.. still mulling over the words 🙂
Thank you. Your words will come, be patient and have a good day.
Don’t let the door…
Thanks Rosy, hmm..yes that door, you must be careful of terrible things…..lol
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Good writing, a bit on the dark side this week.
Some weeks can be like that Brenda
Don’t I know it. Sending hugs.