I don't know why
But I thought, maybe, there would be a second honeymoon phase
One to kind of replace the one she stole
With her washy-wishing
I thought when I was a new wife,
I would be allowed the afterglow
And I thought maybe with a hand to hold,
A heart bound to mine, there would be kind
Words, heard at start and end of day and sometimes
Along the way.
All my life I've been taught self-sacrifice, but it doesn't feel nice
To put all my being aside, to swallow my pride, to shrink
Or mute, or hide...in favor of what will please another.
I just wanted to be a bride.