I used to give my man what he wanted
all the time,
even when I was not in a receiving
state of mind.
I used to give my man the warm shoulder
to lay his head,
even when he lied and swore the truth
o'er loved ones deaths.
I used to hold my husband's hand
even in sleep,
But now I watch for his hand coming
and hide in covers deep.
My husband thought I was the only
one who had to obey,
Each time he broke a vow, a piece
of heart he would fillet.
I warned him over and over that
soon there'd be ought left
I knew my heart could not take an
infinite number of thefts.
The love died long ago with the
lack of respect.
Anything given now, can't help it,
the heart rejects.