I wrote him a poem to tell him <br />How our love felt easy and free, <br />I wrote about how good it felt <br />Being allowed to just be me. <br /> <br />Best friends, lovers, soul mates, <br />The first one he could trust. <br />The future seemed so promising, <br />At last life seemed to be just. <br /> <br />He called me his hidden treasure, <br />The longed for love of his life, <br />My beautiful smile, my shoulders, <br />He had to make me his wife. <br /> <br />He wanted to give me everything <br />My simple heart desired, <br />Lie next to me forever, <br />To keep our passion alive. <br /> <br />Wasn’t long before he forgot all <br />The good things he said he had found, <br />He saw in me every person that <br />In his life had put him down. <br /> <br />I became the enemy, <br />His eyes would fill with hate. <br />He no longer saw me for who I am, <br />And now it is too late. <br /> <br />So I seek assurance from others <br />That I am still the person I am, <br />Still the person he fell in love with ..... <br />Though he is no longer that man.<br /><br />Susan Ash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/becoming-the-enemy/
