THE WOUNDED ME

 

                   Lived by myself, without anyone

                   It was OK, but not much fun

                   Looking for someone to share my life

                   Friend and companion, not just a wife

 

                   You came along, and I knew in a moment

                   We would give each other fulfillment

                   It was so great, there at the start

                   Filling the needs of each other’s hearts

 

                   Great times passed, as they can do

                   I started backing away from you

                   You began to withhold your approval

                   Easy for you, to me it was brutal

                  

                   We used to love to be with each other

                   Then even talking became too much bother

                   As we grew apart, you became sore

                   Then we didn’t make love anymore

 

                   All the confusion, I tried to analyze

                   Unable to see the pain in your eyes

                   We both gave up the desire to care

                   Trust and love were no longer there

 

                   I don’t know what happened to us

                   Ending so negative, what started as plus

                   I never want to be hurt like that again

                   Nor hurt someone who once was my friend

 

                   How has someone I thought was so great

                   End up being the one I most hate?

                   Maybe ‘cause I expected you to be ….

                   The one who would heal …. the wounded me.

 

                                                                                     

                                                                                      © 1994 Jerome M. Waler

                                                                                            Montrose, CO