The Diamond Truth
I never loved you
during the time that you worshiped me.
Never extended myself, though you would have died
For my sincere affection.

I never looked at you
Without thinking happily
About the utility your love
Could provide for me.

I had you fooled
Such as a criminal would
Mimicking shadow
In order to create a false sense of security or worth.

You blindly provided for me:
A ride when my car would'nt operate,
A meal when I did not wish to prepare one for myself,
And expert sexual release whenever I desired a reward for my patience.

In those aspects, you willingly, lovingly delivered learned compensation
For the torment I felt when your
Laconic conversation and shivering, metallic embraces
Could be warmed only by the panne lining of your winter overcoat;

You never made up for the shrill tingle that laced my veins
When your rapier fingers seemed to tear my skin at the slightest caress
As I wished a mountain of wishes that I would have at my own fingertips:
A sallet or a scarf with which to cover my esposed body.

The din created by your pointless questions echoed through my now shackled mind
Because you asked questions like "What did you have for lunch"
(As if I cared what you may have had in return)
Or "Would you like to go out tonight?"  No

I just kissed you silent and put you out of my misery.
I have put up with you and your ways like a restaurant owner would tolerate a guest
Who always tips a fair gratuity.  I feel confident in my decision;
You're Fired! Just like all of the rest.
This is a very long story involving many, many  details that take an emormous amount of explanation.  If you are offended, please take this poem as a kettle of steam that needed to be blown off.  If you identify, please take a step back and evaluate yourself to see if you are happy in any single aspect of your life.  When you find methods of relaxation, you find ways to take blame yourself and only then can you have a TRUE RELATIONSHIP.