By Harem
Date: 20 March 2001

++ HELP ME +++

I need some help today.
He wants to take me away.

Back to his world of what it was
To the safety of his arms
To the mix mosh of the life I had
To his warm and sexy charms

But like all things that tempt me so
Are the good stuff and the bad
I doubt it will ever really change
From the good and bad I had...

I need someone to tell me NO
To yell and fuss at me.
Cause I'm falling in to what it was.
But I know it shouldn't be.

It's so easy to go back to him.
To give up and give in
To slide back where I used to be.
To the vodka and the gin.

He's sober now, and oh so clean
And god he feels so good.
He warms my bed with gentleness
Feels better than it should.

The internet has driven me
back into his arms.
The guys I've met want only sex
And some have done me harm.

They played mind games
And gave promises of better days to come
Many said that I was  IT
But it was said to me in fun

I'm sick of it, and sick of guys
That jump from bed to bed
They lied to me and used me too
And play games with my head.

But he's so very different
It's wonderful to know
That my beds is the only one
To which he cares to go.

He's always been like that.
I know it for a fact.
Been knowing him for a real long time.
And know his record track.

I figure no ones perfect
And so he likes to drink
I have to give concessions
And so I have to think.

Think real hard about this.
It was hard to break away.
Before when I first left him
Though, he wanted me to stay.

He nearly drove me crazy
Begging to come back
My phone rang all night long
He wouldn't give me slack

For two years now, he calls me
each and every day.
To beg for my forgivess
He says that he'll obey.

But I don't want a puppet
Nor a prisoner for sure
I'm not his fairy god mother
Nor am I his magic cure.

I know he'll always love his booze.
And he'll return to it one day.
He never stays without it
For very long, I'll say.

I used to live for the moments.
When he got too sick to drink.
I'd put epicac in his booze
and pour it down the sink.

So someone out there help me
Don't let me make this mistake
Slap me into reality
Beat me until I break.

This poem has done its purpose
For which I wrote it out.
For anyones smart opinion
Please yell at me and shout....


HELP  ! ! ! ! ! !  HELP ! ! !   I'M  FALLING,   FALLING......   FAST ! ! ! !  

HELP ME PLEASE.......





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