Blurry lines

I live in a wander-lust land where I try to wrangle you with my love.

I wallow in the luxury of you been my all forgetting there are wages to pay.

However I live with your vitriol self in this vineyard called marriage inflicting me with sleazy ways questioning my sanity.

I live in a wander-lust land whereby pain is my virtue I pray to sleep not to awake in this world full of chains...

By: Dutsh

This poem is from looking at my parents marriage and then I wanted to get married but now...

I just hope you guys like it because I'm terrified and please constructive criticism... Thanks