Sometimes I spend hours in the shower
Not bathing, not shaving, just standing there...
Sometimes.
Sometimes I tilt my head to the sky, squint my eyes, and ask God, “why?”,
And that’s alright some times.
Sometimes I get so full off your heartfelt lies
That I have to sit back and unbuckle my pants,
Sometimes, but “sometimes” has gotten to be far too often for me.
What about me makes you think that I’m so damn stupid?
Is it the way the vernacular smacks against the back of my two front teeth?
If you loved me like you say you loved me, you’d tell me the truth.
Do you even know the truth,
Because your chapped lips never cracked to tell me exactly what I needed to hear.
I gave you all of me, you were my everything, and you had the audacity to give him half of me, But it’s okay. He can have you.
I don’t need you, never did. I wanted you,
But if you don’t long to feel my lips linger on yours anymore,
I can go.
I am a firm believer in “What’s meant for me, is meant for me”.
Trust, I won’t tire myself out chasing dreams that were never meant to be,
Not with you at least.
This here, is our final goodbye,
Dream weaver.