I want to believe you
Yet how can I when your story telling was so elaborate and consistent I can only think of it as manipulation
I want to hold you to show you I care
Yet how can I when you hold a grenade in your hand and pretend that everything Is ok
I do not know when or how or why you acquired that grenade, only that it's in your hand and you will not put it down
I was misled too many times, believing it was gone,
Now faith has left me
I trust no more
I cannot place my home and child in your hands for fear that your hunger
For self destruction may cease to discriminate against us and one day take us with you.
I want you to know, truly know that we do love you, yet this I know is a matter beyond a simple love
It is a matter that requires me to understand that I love you and me and her. And loving you and staending next to you now holding that bomb, standing next to you, I may just blow myself up and what then?
Can I try and save you, risk my destruction and leave my other children motherless.. this is the choice I have to love, and risk being destroyed, to love and walk away
To love and maybe save your life
But my faith in you is gone with
The fantasy stories of how you have stopped taking drugs and go for drug counseling and tests.... stories all stories
I see you with a grenade in your hand
