Like a drowned wicked witch of the west,
My self-delusion is melting.
Leaving behind a pool of pain
As I frantically, grasp for someone to blame.
 

So much time has gone by now
I have no choice but to face reality.
That the man I loved so completely
Is no longer a part of me.
 

But as the pillar of strength to all.
Even her…the other woman,
Whose squeaky wheel seems to get all the grease.
I find myself wanting to fight misery’s release.
 

Maybe I am still in the throes of denial
Listening to that voice in my head.
The one that says, “Oh, he’ll be back tomorrow.
So there really is no point in sinking into sorrow.”
 

Yes, I will keep tapping my heels together,
Repeating, “There is nothing like our love.”
Believing the fantasy that him and I were a team,
Like a child hanging on, to a useless dream.