The Black Marriage

I met the perfect man, then woke up and realized he wasn't the person I knew at all.

Seventeen years old, my innocence shining thru
You arrived on your black horse
I thought you walked on water
No one could tell me different
Believing love had exposed itself
Marriage found its way to us
One year, two years, we were happy
Three years, now seventeen
Why am I being blamed?
Why am I having to suffer?
I didn't ask for this
All I did was loved you
Trusted you
I put everything I had in you
Now I live in the unknown
I didn't hold that bottle to your mouth
I didn't pour that liquid down your throat
But I reap all the benefits of it!
All the security gone
Life as before, nonexistant
The constant excuses
I hate it
I hate what you have done
To us
To our family
To our life
I didn't hold that bottle to your mouth!