Sunday, June 12, 2022

Damaged

No more I love you text
Thoughts of you being with your ex
Friends say I'm stressing out the baby
But we haven't had sex lately
So am I overreacting? 
When we both have sex drives that's hyperactive
Memories of you kissing me and holding my hand
But that's all I have of my man
Because you left me with nothing but hopes and dreams
I don't even know what to expect when I hear my phone ring
Like will I hear you call me baby?
Will I feel like your lady?
Yeah, I don't need you but I want you
But it doesn't seem as if you want me too
Because I'm always last on your priority list
And I'm tired of feeling like shit
You don't see it the way that I do
But you wouldn't stick around if it was done to you
I wanted nothing more than to see you happy
Guess I am seeing you happy it's just not with me
Funny how life unfolds
Funny how truths get told
Never imagined opening up my heart again
Never thought it would be with someone I already called a friend
God knew that I wanted a child
But I guess it was a reason that it hadn't been allowed
Now I'm stuck alone with my thoughts and these tunes
Because I can't express my feelings to you
You never see where I'm coming from
Emotionally you're so numb
All I ever wanted was to love you 
Guess I forgot to mention that I wanted to be loved too
I just wanted to feel special as your lady should
Foolish of me to feel like I ever could
But I still want and wish the best for you
That part was always true
Just wish you could see
How the way you move hurt me
Or maybe you did and you just didn't care
No matter what I wish you had been there
I needed you mentally and physically like everyone else too
But I guess I just wasn't priority to you
All around my bedroom are pictures of you
I can take them down but it won't erase the memories too
So what's meant to be will be
Just wish that I could have made you happy

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