Capitalized, I always come first
But instead, he treated me like a curse.
At the sight of temptation, he fights hard to quench his thirst
But he’s still weak in the knees &
So naive to how it hurts.
Holding on, his grip is stern
Still resisting, he hasn’t learned
So I’m step up to the plate
Because I’m not afraid to learn.
She carries his secret
Disappointing me to my max & he don’t even mean it.
But I do not apologize that I am expressive
No longer feeling submissive
Never on time
My class he ditchin’.
So when he bombs my pop quiz
My salty tears dilute the fizz
Not understanding exactly what this is
When I’m the Mother of his kid.
So it’s in my best interest,
That I start withdrawing my attention
Synchronicities screaming loud
Beloved, I shall bow down and listen.
Because to you,
I openly surrender
So sensitive, I feel everything at the center
He is the recipient of this love letter & I am the sender
No longer speaking French,
I’m waiting for our package to be delivered
Constantly being left in the cold,
So I heatedly start to shiver.
So indecisive on my place,
Because he constantly wants to chase
His own facade
I plead my case
He slipped his mask back on his face
So at this point, I need some space.