i cant recall ever hearing him say he loves her
never to her face
never to my face
never in front of anyone
i cant imagine him saying he loves her
not to her face
not to my face
not in front of anyone
there's a picture in my head of a happy couple laying together
as i have lain amongst women i have loved
and it isn't him and her
i cannot paint the picture of their happiness
it is as foreign a concept to me as faith in god or any other religion
she loves him without condition, always understand, always there
he loves her like; i shudder at even thinking of him loving her
i understand he had fucked up parents, but eventually we all run out of excuses
and we must admit we are ourselves
when you are closing in on 60 , your excuses become fucking empty, even if they are unspoken
they should be dealt with for the betterment of those who you love
why havent you fixed yourself, why havent you helped her fix herself
why do you both live this miserable exisentence where happiness is the space between dinner and tv
where a full belly and a mind ready for melting is all you have to feel good
of course these are all exaggerations, but are they really that far from the truth