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What do i do with you and my self ?

No pain seems bigger than this
No story seemed so worthless than hers
She made you her life
And all you did was gave her a life to live wd your another wife.

To the endless cheats and games planned
To the willfulness to live with two women
How cud she live you never imagined
How long cud she take it have you ever imagined

While she kept planning for a life with you
You kept planning to cheat on her
Because you were confused between the two,
Justify her of why she ever gave you her complete self
And why you accepted and played.

Those days are of past when women would take in whatever you had to give
Those days are bygone that she was a inferior sex
When she also possesses as much power as a man
And at times stronger than them

Why should she take in so much more crap
Why should she listen to your pleads that you have changed
How will she today suddenly accept that you are no longer cheating
Only because you say so??

She dreamt of a world with you every time you were inside her
She dreamt of the ultimate days in life holding your hand
Feeling your warmth and embracing her dreams on to your arms.
Where was she wrong if her love was the blessing you had.
Which you never appreciated but What now??

An end?? A sad ending ?? Only ?????
Noooo can't give you an easy escape, and so easy no way
For every pain, pleasure, tears, laughter, dreams shattered, pushings and pullings,
Mind going wild will all has to be redeemed before you breathe your last.

And only because you are a man, you sow yourself brutal?
And because you have nothing to lose is why you show yourself stone to feelings??
Did you ever realize how difficult is it to think life without you,
All you needed was to understand and live a right life?
Love can not be on ship of compromise with another woman.

And your justifications are so vague,
A matured life is all you need and a milder living is what I have forgotten,
Being heated up all for a year I have forgotten to be the girl my mother made of me
And its your responsibility to return it back.

For I was not born to be played in your hands;
For I was not born to be a substance with no feelings;
For I was not born to be cheated and left;
Be it ask for forgiveness or don't.

Let today the god's meet and decide who deserves what
Let them fight and give their judgement,
And we wait for their punishment to who was wrong.
O no that's old fashion. Everything instantly is the new cry.

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Submitted on September 02, 2015

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Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 2,372
Words 468
Stanzas 11
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 5, 4, 4, 5, 4, 5, 4, 4, 4

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