I wrote this in January of 2004 when things were good with my husband but I was already having lots of anxiety about our relationship.
Why couldn’t he see
that him and I were meant to be?
Why couldn’t he say
that I was more than part
of his wild phase?
Why couldn’t I be all he wanted
instead of sending my heart
to its deathbed?
I will never love again!
Why couldn’t I see right through him-
Instead I let him pull me like a puppet
on a string
Why couldn’t he see that me and him
would make sense as a we?