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The Poems of
Terri Lyn Stanfield

I Didn't Mean It

How often we've been here
At this very same place
Brought here by pride and selfishness
I've seen the tears fall from your eyes
You've seen them fall from mine
Why do we do this to each other?
Our love is real and true
It has lasted through the years
And it is still going strong
Yet we continue to fall into this trap
I could say I'd never hurt you again
But it would be a lie
For if I only hurt you when I meant to
You would never be hurt
So once more I beg your forgiveness
Once more I tell you how sorry I am
And I mean it with all my heart
But we'll be here again
I know it

Hopeless

I'm all alone now, I have no one
And the siren's call to oblivion
Is sounding in my soul
And it is sweet music to my ears
The desire to answer it is great
I long for the peace of nothingness
The torments of the afterlife
Surely could be no more tortuous than this existence
And yet, somewhere within the depths of my being
Still exists a will to live
It is very faint, but it is there
And it will not be denied
So I must endure this aching in my soul
This miserable suffering that is my life
There will be no relief, no respite
Every moment will be agony
Even death will not put an end to it
I am ruined, destroyed, desolate
And I am lost forever

Addicted

How many times have we been here
With you apologizing, telling me how sorry you are
And me holding you, telling you it's all right
Dozens, hundreds maybe, too many, for sure
Well, baby, as much as I love you
It's not all right, not anymore
It never was, really
But I kept hoping that it would stop
That you would stop
You've got a problem, my love
And I can't live with it anymore
You have to get help, and overcome this thing
This addiction has already devoured too much of our life
Now it's up to you, as to whether it swallows us
completely
Either you get help, or I'm leaving
I can't take anymore, I won't
It's not that I don't love you, I always will
But this has to stop if you want us to be together
Make up your mind, what's more important to you
Which can't you live without
Me, or this thing that has you in its grasp
Because you can no longer have both

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