The First Wife?

She met him in a concrete sea,

His eyes were golden, like a predator in the night—

Something wasn't quite right.

He led them along, weeks turning into months,

Her smiles now the reason for their fights.

Something deep within her heart begged her to turn around,

Take the next exit, head to higher ground.

Pulling the wool over her own eyes, she continued blind—

A world built on a lie, sealed with the security of his smile.

Step by gentle step, his promises like honey on her lips,

She stood in a house, all hers—he said,

But now a prison, one she helped create.

Her good intentions led her here,

Believing love could fix him.

She sank deeper, her heart once burned so bright,

Now a lump of coal in her chest.

Her choices, veiled in doubt,

Her voice a faint, conflicted whisper.

The road ahead is long and steep,

The sweet lies she told herself—

The reason for her defeat.

Hatred, for herself, for him—

From the wrongs she brought to her door,

Leaving her wondering what she was fighting for.