Tired of being scared to be alone again
Wondering how I am going to make it on my own without this man.
In a way I am by myself anyway.
Not happy with whom I have become.
Love‘s not suppose to be this way
Always waiting, wanting, hoping and praying.
I refuse to bend, bow and beg for more
It’s time for me to see my self to the door.
I have become some one I know that I hate
That woman that cries at the drop of a hat instead of standing her ground
That woman that says nothing when she is disappointed by you again and again because she doesn’t want to fight, trying to keep you around.
That woman that is not seen are spoken about but laid with when you’re ready
That woman that does not get holidays or Sundays at church with the family
That woman that is good enough to tell you love her in the privacy of your embrace, but not good enough to say it in front people when you’re rarely out someplace.
That woman that takes care of her home and her kids and not asks you for a damn thing
That woman that s get’s your time when you feel like it, and doesn’t ask any questions.
Well my dear those days are gone for me
And time you see is marching on
I will have to collect myself and redefine me yet once again
This time I will put me first so that my heart can began to mend
And when you grow up and are ready for me, this new yet old wonderful human being
I may still be here but that is yet to be seen.