Poem about a cheating husband
I Loved Him Once
word ct. 136
He came to me one evening,
to explain he was leaving.
I laid there in despair,
for I felt he didn't care.
Twenty-five years of beating,
was torn by his cheating.
I struggled not to believe,
only he continued to deceive.
He broke my heart again and again,
with his threats of his Mac ten.
My love for him was never-ending,
even though he wasn't tending.
Divorce was not what I want,
but I knew it would continue to haunt.
He stood at the end of our bed,
and said, "he'll never be happy until I was dead."
Why did I stay, I'll never know,
maybe because he was my first beau.
My family knew about all his fake fronts,
yet I was blind, I loved him once.