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Michael plays for keeps

Contributed by dragonluvsong on Tuesday, 10th October 2006 @ 10:48:32 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

When I met Mike,
he said he would always love me.
He said we would always be together,
and I believed it.

I didn’t know Mike played for keeps.

Through the death of his mother,
I held a tissue to his cheek to catch the tears.
When Mike’s business went belly-up,
I was the crutch under his next dream.
And when his dog ran away,
I thought the one we bought together began our family.

Mike told me he played for keeps.

But when my mother abandoned me and his baby,
Mike was out playing a second fiddle.
When I lost the baby and almost died in our living room,
he was sinking his next dream ship.
And when we were alone and broke,
Mike gambled what we had left.

I believed Michael played for keeps.

I may have tried to get away,
but Michael held me with his desperation.
I tried to run to my mother,
but she turned me out again.
My friends told me to leave
Because before they had been fortune tellers.

Then Michael came home drunk,
and I had a black eye.
Then our neighbor brought me to the emergency room,
because I had a broken arm.
Then I had a crushed pelvis,
and Michael sterilized my life.

After my last accident
my family took me away from him.
But Michael said that no one else could have me,
he said that I could never leave him.
I showed up in the ditch,
And Michael was convicted of my murder.

As I watch from heaven,
I see Mike sits in jail.
And while he waits execution,
he laments his defeating me.

I know Mike plays for keeps.

Copyright Â© dragonluvsong ... [ 2006-10-10 22:48:32]
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