Confusion

If I were a poem,
I would confuse you with my lies.
Make you think otherwise,
Set things unclear.
Reverse the truth,
Simply tell you a bold face lie.

If I were a poem,
I would say to you,
He means nothing to me.
Go on to say,
My life wouldn’t be affected,
If he wasn’t here.
He hasn’t taught me anything,
About the struggles,
The stress,
The love, that’s so unconditional.

If I were a poem,
The pages wouldn’t smile,
When I realized,
The jug of milk
Is spilled all over the floor.
He’s standing,
Flabbergasted.
Looks up and says,
“Uh-oh, you did it!”
Each line describing the way,
You lay underneath me,
As we both sleep.
Tell me after every kiss,
“I love you momma!”
And I can’t stand it!

But I am NOT a poem
And my words aren’t as deceiving as they may seem.
My sentences are pure,
Speak truthfully.
He’s my world,
And the light that guides me.