Not a poem at all

justam

This problem of yours-
it became a problem for us
a good husband, a loyal man
now fears for his heart
and I, I...
I'm walking around wounded
wondering how love and care could lead
to such a dreadful state?!!

This problem of yours-
became a problem for us
like an infection, it spread
it tears up lives
it hurts people
I'm sorry you're sad but
what you did to us
is what's left

You can search for meaning
and something to do
and feel angry
and feel hate
but I, I...
I just need to love my family
I can't go searching for bigger pieces of cheese