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Jul 2015
I know I'm not perfect
I'm not even close
I can't be a trophy wife,
So please tell me we're through.

Tell me it's over,
Tell me were finished.
So I can go back
To the place I was in.

A cold dark life
With no one around
None to pass judgement
Or look at me and frown.

I can't do things right,
It's always a mess.
Cooking, cleaning, laundry.
I can barely iron a dress.

I'm no domestic goddess
I'm no perfect cook.
I tried and I tried
All my ******* you took.

You smile
Like everything's perfect.
Deep down I know
Your thinking why?

Why did I marry her?
She's useless, it's true
Even your happy dreams
Leave you feeling so blue.

You dreamt about us
Kids and a home.
But how can it be?
Im no better than a garden gnome.

Only there for decoration
And just to look pretty.
But that's not what you want in a wife
Not even close.

You want someone to rely on
Share your deepest fears.
Not some that goes out
Without the slightest care.

No care in the world,
Wanting to be young and free.
That's how I want my life
But that's just me.

What's to say
You won't find someone perfect.
Someone loving and caring,
Someone totally worth it.

So you tell me
Where you want us to go from here.
I know you'll tell me to stay,
Ruining your life is what I fear.
Aysha Ahmed
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