Is that why you block
every opportunity
to see me
or hear my name?
What a shame it is
for you to run away from
the truth of what you did to me
when I should be the one
running away from you.
You light the fire in front of me
and then you blame me for playing with it.
Don’t tell me that you love me
and then blame me for falling in love
with you.
I want to complain to you
about you.
I want to cry to you
about you.
Perhaps the you who I loved
can tell the you who left
to come back home.
You say you want
a good woman,
and here I am
standing in front of you
with goodness pouring
out of my soul,
yet you see right through me
as if I don’t exist.
You say you want
a faithful woman,
and here I am
with commitment beaming
out of my eyes,
yet you look right past me
as if you don’t care
about honesty.
You say you want
a woman who loves you
for who you are,
and here I am with love
spilling from my heart
for you.
Yet you no longer look at me.
It’s as though the beauty of my soul
has expired
and it’s time for you to find
a new woman
while I sit here and wonder
what it is about me that
you once thought was magic
and you now see as a
dusty antique
that you no longer wish
to marvel at,
crave,
or touch