SWEET LIES Pt2: MY TRUTH HURTS

They call me a man eater
A gold digger
Pleasure feeder
Home breaker
They say my soul is lost
And I have no shame
They say am cursed and...
There is no redemption for me
My heart is dark
Hands and body unclean
But I say nothing
I just throw my pain to the wind
With a shot of whiskey
And keep on earning

Every one has a finger pointed at me
I am every heart broken woman's favorite excuse
They give me way too much credit
Some men were lost even before they brought me on the scene
Logging my ears with tears
Tearing my heart apart with tales of unfulfilled fantasies nipped in the bud by selfish wives
They lie...
To their self appointed twisted judges
That their men loved them still before my name soiled their lips
If only they heard his tearful confessions
Mixed with pleasures long missed at my obedient thighs
But I say nothing
I just throw my pain to the wind
With a shot of whiskey
And keep on earning

I loved a man
Sshh... No I really did
He smelled of pure innocence
Not the scum that I have accustomed
Though naïve, he was genuine
He was a good man
Kind and sweet hearted but
While she burned his love with her every nag
I fueled his passion with sweet lies
And whiskey
Soon his conscience and goodness was out of reach
He slaved at my garden
And ignored all the father preached
But love?
No that's not my thing
So I said nothing
I just throw my pain to the wind
With a shot of whiskey
And keep on earning

Soon sweet words became boring
His love became the worst chain that ever held me
His innocence became annoying
And every touch, sweet soft fingers became unappealing
This affair was a reverse
He was my arm candy
I needed a man not a slave
He wasn't built for the rave
So poor Johnny hit the grave

© Kyng David. All rights reserved 2013

 

 

This is the second part of the story of a man who lost his passion and love for his wife and ends up with another woman. The first part can be found here