My Side Of The Bed

She left occasionally and although nothing was expected then, it raises  suspicion  now when looking back.  Laying , turning & twisting though another mans blankets , sleeping on another mans bed. How could she do such a thing and then wonder why I suppose that love is a thing in which she is at lack. 

She left her all , she left her everything. Everything I've ever dreamed of having in my life. Once I have it , once I can call him mine ; I vow to try my hardest and give my all not to fall. Yes , I vow this here before you all. She , she is not me . I shall not be her , or have her clouded mind , mixed emotions & her heart so cold. I shall not pay the fee of lost love , the day I lose him is a day in which I never wish to see. 

She left her side of the bed & broke the vow that came after "I thee wed" once I have the opportunity; the privilege to thrive in love & live along his side I shall never leave my side of the bed.