Confessions of a Lonely Lover

  Confessions of a Lonely Lover

                  - Barb Claus









Most people ask me what’s good in him.

“After serving others, there’s nothing left of him.”



Its better you enjoy attention from other men

Rather than wait for the attention of “your man.”



He is either spending weekends with friends at the bar

Or working his ass out to meet excellence at par.



I’m stuck within four walls to pity myself

While he has company to enjoy himself.



We hardly see each other despite living under the same roof

We do share a second or two after which we go aloof.



My loveless relation is taking toll, I guess!

But the want for hugs and kisses is no less.



I act like a teen when I’m complimented

For the need of love gets complicated.



Most are willing to make me their fair maid

Not until, I spread my legs and get laid.



Sex with random guys is perfect payback

But this experiment, I should’ve done way back.



Now the guilt conscious pricks me more

This is how karma tricks me, whore!



That long lasting love is becoming a rarity

For him to love me is like doing charity.



I’m meant to look pretty and enact love in public,

But when the curtain closes, nothing is idyllic.



I’ve walked over egg shells all my life

Trying to be a supportive wife.



This is just another bend

As the jinxed love has no end.











Still trying!!!