Her Past, Her Ex - Crazy Love

She knew the time to tell you,
"I'm through, so over you!"
Regrets she had of saying, "I do."
She once asked often,
"What happened to you two?"

A conversation with her ex
who was often so complex.
He tried to find anyone
who would respond to his text.

A friend who was tired of being fired.
Her man got angry he would shout,
"Get out! Get out!"
She would spend weeks and pout.

Break up to make up,
that's all the couple ever did.
She wasn't quite ready to
cover the pot with a lid.

The last time she did,
it steamed and spilled over,
he thought he could show her.
He thought he could control her!

The woman was often mad,
some days she felt glad--
when he was nowhere around
he couldn't flip her world
upside down.
Saw her one day in town,
she wore no frown.
But I could see she had
a new clown.

"Better than the last..."
she said to me,
but as far as I could see,
he was just another who had her key.

She didn't protect her heart--
never from the start.
Nothing more than a Sweet Tart.

I could see the Old Me in she.
Wanting so bad for her to be happy,
believing his words, oh so sappy!

But another Mr. Wrong,
who talked too long,
and bragged about having
a big ding d*ng.

How long this would last,
before he was Past?

I wished her the best,
knew about that test.
Went my merry way
and told her, "God bless."

Time would only tell,
crazy love is hell!

Nicholl McGuire

 

He Hit Her Face

He hit her face
blood all over the place
it didn't matter what the race...
he hit her face!

To be hit anywhere,
but the face,
"Where's my mace?"

Temporary insane,
a messed up mane,
told to, "Stay in your lane!
You don't know who am I,
do you want to die?"

He didn't lose his cool
about her talking to a fool,
he lost his cool, because she
like his mother broke a rule.

"You don't question me, talk to me,
tell me what you think of me--
got it?  My daddy didn't take no
woman giving him lip, now here,
drink this, take a sip."

She attempts to get up off the floor,
heads to the door, her face is sore.

"You won't leave here, wipe that tear!
I'm not going to jail, hell!  Sit right here!
Why you make me hurt you like this?
Come here baby, give me a kiss.
Now you listen to me, listen real good,
just do what I tell you, it's for your own good."

Nicholl McGuire also blogs on Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate.

One, Two, Three

One, two, three...
he said he was in love with me.
But that's not what I could see!

I swear I heard him say, "Love me."
One person's name is on his family tree.

He gave me one, two, three roses
to hide what was happening under our noses.

There was one, two, three women we knew.
Then years later there was more than a few!

One, two, three people died and that's when
he learned they all lied!

What they said, what happened in bed.
Down a black hole he was led.

Everyone paid the price,
he did away with all his Sugar and Spice.

Bitter, mean, and always ready for a fight--
hated everyone, everything in sight!

Skin was changing, heart unchanging.
Life had been rearranging.

I had long left, before he committed theft.
My departure was deft.

Before I allowed myself to pity him,
one, two, three I refused to go out on a limb.

Nicholl McGuire

 

A Devil of a Man

What more could I do
when my mind said, "You're through!"

No more opening a door,
no more shopping at the store,
or asking, "Would you please pick those things
up off the floor?"

Eyes stare back at me as if to kill me,
but I know no fear, I wipe a tear.

A sad affair, I took a dare,
and now all I can do is stop and glare.

So done with the attitude and so-called "Nice" acting rude!

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There was once a man I knew,
he had many girls he didn't know what to do.
They thought he was fine, some made him,
"Mine."  But things were all over when
they didn't tow the line.

He would start to behave in negative ways
act rather odd for days and days.
Once happy girls' thought, "He's strange."
Then their personalities would also change.

He would then blame them
for going out on a limb
to help poor him.

He would lie, cry, say he would die
if ever one left while he stood before them
with his raised chin cleft.

The weird man had no real reason
for dismissing each girl after a season.
No understanding of love,
the nerve of him,
he prayed to one Above,
yet still no Holy Ghost came like a dove.

The empty soul was like a mole,
blind to sunlight, enjoyed the night.
Used words to fight,
then one day no girls in sight.

So he left me with one question to ask,
"Devil, who might be your next task?"

Nicholl McGuire

Clean Cup

A million pots of gold wishes--
reality sets in, I got dirty dishes.

Expected someone else to clean them up,
and bring me a new cup.

Some came did what they were told,
while others wished for my gold.

Gave up more than I received,
so my heart did grieve.

Had to trust in my God to straighten me up,
so I asked him for a clean, new and improved cup.

When things began to change in my miserable
love life, I felt stronger to deal with the trials and strife.

If I hadn't reached up and asked God to fill my cup,
then life would have ended, and my spirit let unmended.

But when I opened my arms, ignored spells and charms,
then love walked in to wash away my sin.

Only man held me to the past,
said my spirit wouldn't last.
But what he didn't know was the power of a fast.

If he knew my God, then all might have got better,
but he rarely took the time to read God's love letter.

Regrets I once had and many days I had been mad,
but these days I am glad more, than I am sad!

Nicholl McGuire