Letting go of your hand
although you tell me
I cannot stand
unless you are by my side.
You mixed your lies…
truth, shaken and blended
to create a sweet disguise
under your mask I did not peek.
No, I will not behave.
No, I will not be quiet.
No, I will not be a slave
to lies I once believed.
Tell me this…
where is the woman
I used to know?
Where is she now
where did she go?
Trying to leave
you beg me to stay
weak in the head,
I must be, because
suitcases are unpacked
clothes are put away.
Breathing ain’t easy
when you’ve been
crushed by the muck.
Leaving is hard
but it’s the staying,
oh ya, it’s the staying
that sincerely sucks.
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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