-- I always think that before any one of these monologues, there's a question. The question before this one would be--"How do you know if you really loved him?" --
"Everything He Gave Me to Love"
I know I loved him
Because I watched him deteriorate
And I loved the things on him
That were eroding
As they were disappearing
In front of my eyes
As he was becoming less and less human
I loved him deeper and harder
And I didn't have to force it
That's how I know
I loved everything he gave me to love
I loved every scrap, every trace
Every bit and piece he threw me
I took and I loved
With everything I had
And it wasn't hard
And I didn't have to force it
And yet I know there was more
There was more that I didn't get
So you want to know
If I could have loved those things
Those things he didn't give me?
You want to know
If I could have loved
The things he was hiding?
The words he didn't say?
The secrets and the deceptions
And the bullshit
And the fraud?
You want to know
If I could have known about that
And still loved him?
Don't ask me that
Not because I care
That you have no right to ask it
But because there's no point
Because there's no answer
Don't bother asking someone a question
There's no answer to
Because the truth is
I loved the mood swings
I loved the tantrums
I loved the violent outbursts
I loved the stone silence
I loved the irresponsibility
I loved the nonsense
I loved the tests he gave me to see if I could stand them
I loved the affairs he had because they made him come home happy
I loved the particles of the food that he spilled on his ties
And when the sickness came
I loved that too
I tried to love the sick
Right out of him
I loved everything
Every last inch of him
I loved
I loved everything he gave me
And I had love left over if he'd given me more
But he didn't
And even with all that success
At loving this unloveable man
I can't tell you
If I could have loved
The things he didn't give me
I don't know
I really don't know
Maybe he didn't either
Maybe that's why everything he gave me
Was all I ever got
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