With Child

That's your excuse?
Because she was with child
The both of you wrecked
the foundation of a child' perception of love
Because she was carrying the seed
That you accidentally planted

The guiltless harvest
Look at her, damaged yet seemingly unscathed
Cold with a heart of stone yet she cries
She's become the epitome of pain
Only because she had the knack to be strong
The child, grown with a mindset of regret
That's on you because your excuse is
you were pregnant with her

Why didn't you go your separate ways?
Its not like you had given her hopes of a ring
You just invaded her private ring
In the name of sexual healing
Of hurt from the previous commitments you both had
To other people
People who are no longer in the picture
And so you conceived agony

I weep for the uninvolved result
Who had to be involved because she became a witness
A witness to a mentality that disagreed with itself
She watched for time to make sense of the stupidity
But two more seeds fell into your thighs
And now there's a dead end
An end that was supposed to be caused by only death
You saw a losing battle yet you fought it
You raised a mourning soldier

The sanctimony you called a matrimony
You only just realise the ride has been phoney
Lost in the graveyard of false profession
How could you swim in three decades of deceit
And not expect to come out wet with tarnish
I feel for the human looking bag of destruction
you brought into this world
Not because she's a victim,
Oh dear, no she's most definitely not a victim,
But because she saw through the pretence
And see the definition of love as trash

I shudder at the thought
Of what the visual image of her heart
Would look like
I imagine you would see all the cracks
Caused by all the fights and emotional insults
You would see the pimple looking spots
Where all the pointless rectifications were attempted
The burns left when her heart had to be jolted back
When it stopped working
And scattered along the top half, you would see bite marks
Bite marks that represent what she did to herself
The times she tried to give each of you her heart
Because neither of you were giving each other yours

I could go on
And don't get me started
on the second and third children
But the devastated look on your faces tells me
That you might understand what you did
You make me sick
Not because of what your mistake was
But because your excuse is
You were with child

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