i wrote this one night, after a break up. at the time, he was what i wanted, what i thought i needed. this he was one of many who helped shape a she, a she that finds compliment in a man and not complement. a she that sees when he isn't meant to be. but finally, a she that knows love, how to give it and how to receive it.
a look into my thoughts that helped to shape this present past...
I want to move on but it doesn't seem to be working out. About six months of my time I devoted to him; exchanged sweet nothings all for nothing because here I am today. Dare I say it, a woman scorned. He told me he loved me, but that had to be a lie. Because if he loved me how could he just sever ties with me? How could he be in my space and not look at my face, how dare he say "what's up" how dare he utter my name from those lips. Those lips that lie, that falsify the truth.
Just tell me straight. Tell me sideways, backwards, but tell me something! I shed no tears for no man; no woman, NO CRY. He aint worth my tears. Yes he used and abused my time, yes he selfishly kept me to himself, kept me wrapped in his smile, feigned jealousy...because this couldn't be real. Soon someone will yell "cut" or pinch me to liberate me from this bad dream. You loved me right? Why? And how could you throw those things away? You know, I'm through with the page-long vents about you and the wrong you've done, because Mya said it best, "I'm Movin' On"
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