I question love
How can I not?
I haven’t seen true love since I was seven,
When it wasn’t all rot
Why should I fall for you and your rancid sap
When all you want to do is stick me in a trap?
Never growing up, but growing in,
Surrounding myself in a life of sin

I question its blindness and it weakness.
You’re in front of me; ring in your hand,
But all I see is me bending my knee
Me losing myself to you,
To your wants and your desires,
And always depending on you to change my car’s tires
Until I am nothing but your shadow—
An incubator to your litter, growing fat and heavy with your child.
You’re still on one knee, that image making me want to flee
Away from you and your smile.
Don’t look at me like that. You’ve left me drier than the Nile
I used to have thoughts and read books and be myself,
But now I’m just a trophy, glittering proudly on your shelf.

I question love.
There’s no doubt about that.
How can I love love
When it’s caused nothing but strife?
Depriving people of a life
It has started wars and left innocence for dead.
It’s sewn into the lies that are used to lure girls into bed.
I question its passion and its folly.
Songs on the radio always making it sound so jolly
When it’s really just a pain, an ache, a stab.
It’s symbol a heart, when it should be a scab.
And now you’re calling my name,
Looking at me as if my hesitance has brought you great shame.
I want to scream at you to get up and get out of the way,
But all I do is nod my head.
You’re grabbing me tight, and I know I will pay
For buying into love and my heart made of lead.

So yes, I question love.
I questioned love when you proposed,
As I was walked down the aisle,
As I shouted and pushed in the name of our child,
And I question it now,
With you gone away and me left alone
All battered and grey, looking like an old crone.