You are the essence of my smile, the epitome of my being and the one I want to come home to everyday, for the rest of my life; my wife.

Have you been shredded
By the tenacity
Of your alcoholism
Yet,

Or will we have to funnel
More worldly atrocities
Into you,
Filling you to bursting?

The swish in your belly,
The boldness of your talk;

Decimated.

Let me be the one
To **** all you are
With my well-kept home
And all-American children.
Let me poison you
With my son and husband's baseball game,
My seasonal dish towels.

Let me tear your being
With my baby
Who doesn't even suffer a diaper rash,
With my laundered and ironed clothes.

Let me destroy you in domesticity,
A cold beer at the end of the day
And too many addictions
Kept hidden.

Let me dismantle your establishment
While I bear my blemishes under the skin.

Let me break your concentration.

Let me make you think
I am perfect.
Let me make you think
That my family is sound.

Let me convince you
That you mean nothing
To the world
If only because
My children will be more intelligent
and more well kept
Than the one you poisoned.

Let me be
The Stephen King novel,
Bruce Springsteen song,
All-American house wife
And let me be kept far,
Far away from You,
Dazed and Confused
And depressed and medicated,
You.

I so love this leisurely life,
hence the disdain for
marriage and wife

but if such calamity were
to befall and I find myself
hungry, sweaty, tired

in a dining hall, while
the guests have a ball,
let it be then, that my

pretty partner has gaol
bird thoughts, who doesn't
stand compromised, sad

imposed nonsense of
any sort, when I take
her hand, ask her if we

can flee, she wouldn't
care a hoot and simply
heed the call, I am

looking for a runaway
then, not a wife, one
who loves the trees,

breeze, road bends,
adventures, loves to
take solitary walks and

may be meet her husband
sometimes, just because
she feels the need, I am

not looking at all, for a
society-accepting, drab,
tradition-obeying being,

I am not looking for a
wife, after all, because I
so love this leisurely life

we could be lovers instead

here's to
streams travels wheel trees

here's to
kettle fumes dunes blues

here's to
hammocks ruffled hair loose clothes

here's to the free ebb

I feel like I have too much love to give now.
I feel like I cant wait for the road ahead of me.
I'm tired of lust, meaningless *** or one night stands. I want a first kiss that will last a lifetime.
I feel like I have these wounds that will never heal, nor will I want them too, makes me understand more about what I felt, learn what is real.
I want you more then I want the sun, and as you know im scared of the dark.
Love you like the work day is long.
If you met someone ill be here,
If you left someone ill be here,
If you are happy being you ill be here,
If your married ill be here
Im I'm still with you we are just on different schedules.

Why aren't you better.
Why do you ****.
You said you were going to be a good wife.
Yet here you are.
Ruining the good.
Flawed as you can be.
He doesn't want you anymore
But he's not going to say it.
You share the same bed
The house is both of yours
Yet you never see each other
When you do it's not sweet
There's no cuddles
There's no couple
There's you
And there's him
Why do you do this
Why do you ****
It's not anything he did
It's you.
Bad luck.

I will always cherish you.
Even in my darkest, most trying days; I find myself comforted just by the thought of you.
Coming home to your smile after a hard days work is the greatest blessing ever.
Through you I have realised the depth of love one can feel.
You are such an amazing and selfless person and I feel so lucky to have you in my life.
Darling, There may be many fishes in the sea but there is only one you, for me, in this life and beyond.
My everything. My soul-mate. My wife.
I love you.

"The simplest way to describe love is probably when you feel like, just being around them, you're at home.
You forget about everything else.
Everything fades away except their presence and your presence.
You give everything just to spend a minute with them.
You sacrifice sleep some nights just in case they need you at all.
You get a warm feeling inside of your chest whenever you hear their voice and when they're talking about something they're passionate about, you can't stop smiling and all your attention is on them.
They know all the right things to say and never fail to remind you that they exist and love you with every fiber of their being.
You never feel nervous around them, or get butterflies, nor does your heart beat out of control.
You're calm and relaxed."