Poem: The Price We Have To Pay - Nassau, Bahamas

I can’t make you forgive me;
this is the price we have to pay.
I can’t stop the rain within from falling;
I can’t take the acid tears away.
I kept lying to you about where I went
or who I went to see.
It didn’t matter to my lustful heart
that my actions were destroying you and me.
It started with an exotic magazine
and now its lunch stops to the strip club twice a week.
Every time I worked late on the computer
it was an opportunity to sneak another forbidden peak.
I built our relationship with pillars of lies;
now my stories of deceit have us crashing to the ground.
As I drown in loneliness without you my “Yesterday”,
I hear my guilty heart resound its final sound.
You don’t deserve to drink
from my filthy poisonous cup of deception anymore.
Until I can control these selfish, addictive tendencies
and receive counseling don’t let me through your front door.
I can’t make you forgive me;
this is the price we have to pay.
I love you but I crave pornography more than you;
that’s why we must ensure that I stay away.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2007 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.