You, Me and He
By Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
I gave you babies and when you cried I wiped your tears. I am trying to erase the days you told me you love me. The days I share kisses and yet behind my back he was the answer to the question.
You made love to do this dude in our bed. Let our kids call him uncle. He held my hand while I was in labor. What was a union of two was a union of me, you and he. He's been your husband while I was your wife. He's been your lover while I was treated as the side chick.
I should have known the days You sat on the phone hours on end.
The bedroom door locked and I had to knock to get it in.
Tell me something didn't I deserve a chance?
You told me you couldn't forget him
That I was in a losing race and I should bow out gracefully. You should have told me that I was in love with a Skelton and he had your heart and soul.
Now tell me how I accept that he is better than me. I do I accept that forever is done. He will have you and I am insane because after all is said and done I want you to tell me this is a joke.
I don't want to watch him holding your hand. I don't want to accept you chose him over me, your babies and our daughter is sick. You can't explain and you said love makes things happen. That since quarters waters, cheese doodles and hi top fades he what you wanted.
This hurts cause for fourteen long years it has been You, Me and He.
©2015 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.