i've been there for you
with so much love for you, and care,
that would suffice for the whole world
to share...
and what you chose to do with me?
to take, manipulate, to push and pull,
to bounce around, to use, abuse,
to wrap around your finger,
to shit on, spit on, discount, neglect and accuse
to make me a nervous wreck,
to make me feel like a paranoid fool,
to ridicule my hurt feelings and insecurities
arising from your same old,
same old devious lies and chicken-shit immaturities
to cheat, deceive and terrorize my soul,
to stump on, wipe your feet on, and move on
to play me like a cheap toy:
take my heart apart like a meccano set,
scatter the pieces around,
and throw away, just like a spoiled boy
a naïve silly sensitive femme
with poppy eyes ever adoring you,
my love and admiration you found not enough for you
being honest and respecting my dignity you found beneath you
my nurturing ancestors' spirits must have gotten pretty damn tired
of giving me hints,
of trying to get me to see
that i'm nothing to you but a public trophy and entertainment,
that i deserve a better arrangement,
that i should be in a genuine relationship,
wherein the beauty of my heart and soul would be recognized and cherished,
wherein i would receive as much passion as i give and merit,
and wherein words mean actions and actions mean LOVE
but bewildered by my dumbest love for you
i refused to acknowledge this ugly-ass pink elephant,
choosing to see what I wanted to see,
believing your fairy-tales just to avoid the pain of losing YOU,
this heavenly and flawless creature,
which i created in my imagination
thinking that it was your true self,
of which you really ARE the opposite.
and all your nonsensical excuses
made more than perfect sense to me
because I loved you
I did.
until now, when i've had too much
when the cords of my spiritual choir
became all too sonorous for me to tune out,
when i have no more love to give
no more trust to thrust
no more energy to explain my pain
no more desire to wait for you to change
no more patience to stretch
no more ears to hear your pathetic lies
no more low self-esteem telling me,
"for you, this is good enough"
no more time or ripeness or wetness for you
to keep me laying in the bed alone
untouched, undesired, rejected yet wanted to be kept by you...
just in case, i guess. just in case.
no, i ain't gonna take it no more
your "pretty" smile isn't worth it,
you're not worth it,
you don't deserve ME
i'll do the right thing this time
which is to let go, to forget,
to borrow some insouciance and walk away, lighting a cigarette.
you may be a lustrous prize
but one i don't want to be mine,
cuz the pain that comes with it
isn't worth all that superficial shine
i just hope i can still find
all the pieces of my heart that's been shattered too small,
and scattered too wide
and i hope a pure and honest soul
will help me put them back together
into a beautiful and love-ful muscle
that's made to love and not to suffer,
and let it heal,
this broken heart...
so it could fall in love again
and put this shit behind.
no, i ain't cryin'
it's just that a huge chunk of truth
that can no longer be ignored
stuck in my eyes,
and opened them so wide
that i'm getting blinded by the light
seeing how things are, as if for the first time...
that's what's making my eyes tear and my fingers rhyme