Look closely and you can see a crust
slowly forming in the corners of their eyes
and a film clouding their vision
a little more each day.

Yes, but he does love me.

Part I.

I laugh when I think about things that have happened.
The day I asked him to take out the garbage
because I was nine months pregnant.

Put it in two bags
then it won't be so heavy for you to carry.

The "man calls and I leave work early
to put up Christmas lights,
go to Lowe's to load his new toys,
or just hand him tools while he fixes the car.

Tomorrow will be better
so let's not think about today,
but every tomorrow just becomes another today.

Part II.

He didn't come home the night before my 26th birthday
because he was too drunk
after a party with some friends.

And cheated once, but promised to never do it again.
Give the man one more chance.
He deserves it because I believe him
and he's the only one I've ever loved.

Believe even though you know it won't stop.
Each promise with less promise behind it,
but belief is the only way to hold on.

Part III.

I think about how spoiled I am,
how I'm wrapped up every night like a fragile gift in his arms.
He takes care of me when he is half awake
and when he's half asleep.

Both of us hold on tight
neither having to tug.

The words love, honor, and cherish
are the official fusion of two souls
only holding if both are worthy of speaking.

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