husband dick

I wasn’t sure if I could make it work

It wasn’t what I wanted for myself

It didn’t fill me up

Or hit me in the right places

And while I appreciated it’s 

Ernestness and enthusiasm

It didn’t do what I wanted

And needed one to do

This, I told myself,

Is the compromise

I’ll make for a man 

I could trust to always 

Be honest with 

and devoted to

me.

I lovingly called it 

‘husband dick’

Because that was what 

I thought you’d be.

It was my way of accepting

You and your 

Shortcomings

and focusing, Instead,

on all the things 

I was getting.

Perhaps I was wrong,

Clearly so, for being

Willing to compromise

So much, as the things

I was giving up or

Putting up with were 

Hard as concrete

And the things I was 

Hoping to get, thought

I was getting, were all

Hypothetical, existing only

In your spoken intentions

And, in the end, completely

imaginary.