Fight Bigamy

Your Past Will Catch Up With You

I never knew that loving you,

Would be like cotton candy.

To you, I was very handy,

To say, "I love you"

Wrapped up in lies.

I never knew you didn't mean

The three words you said,

I should have not listened to my heart

But my head.

Too quickly, you said, "I love you" in a heartbeat,

Little did I know you in your past you were a deadbeat,

A liar, a fraud, the you I knew was merely a facade.

Cotton candy sweet wisps of dreams that you eat,

But for you and our life when I was your wife,

The lies and the facade came crashing down,

You ran about town like some dressed up clown,

Talking about realities that were only

Dreams in your mind,

You took love and turned it,

into something evil and unkind.

You thought you destroyed me, and left me behind,

Honey watch out, the past will catch up with you,

Lonely and tired and living a lie,

That is what you'll be,

I, in my new-found wisdom, will truly be free,

Of the strangle hold you had on me.

It's only money and a broken heart,

I am so glad that we did really part,

For now the past will catch up with you,

Lonely, tired, and living your lies

That will see you behind bars,

Your threats can scare me, may even kill me,

But that won't stop me you see,

For as long as you have the means to hurt another,

God will help me put you where you need to be,

If justice won't stop you,

And I cannot save another soul from you,

When it comes time to meet your maker,

Oh HONEY, you Won't be the baker!

Donna Layne Roberts, copyright 2006

Poetry for Victims

 

The Player

He'll meet you and sweep you off your feet;
He's nice and he's funny, so cute and so sweet.

Surprisingly he likes the same things as you;

He does all the things that you love to do.
He's the perfect guy, the one of your dreams;
You belong together or so it seems.
He looks in your eyes and plays with your hair;
He tells that he'll always be there.
His touch is so soft, his hold is so tight;
His words are so soothing his kiss is just right.
You ditch all you friends for your new obsession;
You don't realize your future is full of depression.
You think that you love him, you give him your heart;
little do you know that he'll tear it apart.
You do what he wants though you know its not good;
You told him "slow down" you thought he understood.
You let it slide by he's just having fun;
You'll learn to like it as time goes by.
He's taken your heart and locked it away;
And you see him with a different girl the next day.
You cry and you grieve, but then you forgive;
He'll "never do it again as long as he lives."
At this point you've fallen into his trap;
He has all control when you're in his lap.
You believe he's sorry you're together again;
You give him another chance, he's your best friend.
You're right where he wants you, he molds you like clay;
And you see him with girl number three the next day.
He got what he wanted, accomplished his goal;
He still has your heart, which he evilly stole.
He's taken your purity, you still can't believe;
You feel so hurt and cheap and extremely naive.
You know he's an ass but you still want him back;
And you grieve about all the qualities you lack.
All you wanted was to have some fun;
Now you wish this whole thing had never begun.
You wish one day you'll see him cry;
That one day he'll feel what you felt when he killed you inside;
But you know that he won't, he's too numb to pain;
He'll be with some girl while you cry and complain.
Beware the players! they'll steal your heart;
And they'll give it back once its all torn apart.
Don't let them suck you into their game;
Cause once you lose you're never the same.
"Becky"

A Soul

I hate you with a necessary hate.
First, I sought patience: passionate was she:
My patience turned in very scorn of me,
That I should dare forgive a sin so great,
As this, through which I sit disconsolate;
Mourning for that live soul, I used to see;
Soul of a saint, whose friend I used to be:
Till you came by! a cold, corrupting, fate.

Why come you now? You, whom I cannot cease
With pure and perfect hate to hate? Go, ring
The death-bell with a deep, triumphant toll!
Say you, my friend sits by me still? Ah, peace!
Call you this thing my friend? this nameless thing?
This living body, hiding its dead soul?

by Lionel Johnson

Never Trust A Charmer

By Donna Layne Roberts, 2005

You came into my life,

With a kiss and a promise,

I was your wife.

My dream came true,
I knew I found my soulmate in you.

Little did I know for you I was a ploy
You considered me your toy--

A means to gain money to fabricate lies,

Oh, how complicated it was upon our lives.

So many victims, too many lies,

Dreamer of Schemes: YOU

I do not hate the empty man you are,
But hate the deeds that drive your dark soul.

Finally on you, your deeds begin to show,

I am getting closure, close this door,
Look back never more.