I was in love with you once but you disappointed me.
This is not the first time nor will it be the last time I am to be disappointed by a man.
Let’s say it all started with my dad. The one I never really had.
Here is where you try to label me and tell me I have issues. That what I didn’t get from my dad I tried to find in you.
In some instances that may be true but all I ever wanted from you was you.
But how can you give me someone you don’t even know. How could I expect you to show me something you’ve never been shown.
You don’t know how to love a women like me because you’ve never met one. Every one needs practice so I guess God made me that one.
The girl that got away.
Even if you don’t know it or you do and just don’t show it, it doesn’t make it any less true.
Time was not on our side and so I slipped away from you.
It doesn’t hurt now because you don’t believe in that kind of thing. You tell yourself if I was truly such a special girl you would have been glad to bend that knee and present me with a ring.
That’s okay too, that doesn’t take away from me it only hides the truth from you.
Sometimes in our lives we meet people and for a moment they mean so much to us. Then times goes by and people we think we can trust confuse us.
They warp our good intentions with their influence and they hide their envy with what seems like sound advise.
They tell us we don’t need each other and we believe them and inevitably we appease them.
I tell myself you hurt me on purpose and that makes you the bad guy which makes it easier to dry the tears in my eyes. Although in the back of my mind I know you’re not a hateful person, but isn’t this how we women learn our lessons?
You throw yourself into everything else. Filling your time with work and drinks and girls you pick randomly as if off a shelf. Although in the back of your mind that isn’t really how you’d like to spend all your time, But isn’t this how men keep from stressing?
Honestly, I think none of us know anything. We’re all just guessing.