The woman I used to be
would jump at your call.
She'd make excuses
as she excused herself
from those who loved
her to enter your
crazy world. The woman
I used to be would
trade her tears and
friend's advice, her common
sense and her brain's
replies for just a moment
of your kiss only to have
it followed by your anger,
your insults and the searing
pain that always came
after. The woman I used
to be would give you
the world before you ask,
praise you before you
desired, love you
completely, purely,
devotedly
before you realized
that was what you needed.

She used to say
One day you will realize
that all you ever
needed was in me
and my love would
move your mountains
and split your red seas.
I would've saved you
from the slavery
of your insecurities
and brought you to
the Promise Land of
Love. I would've danced
away your fears and
sang away your disappointments.

The woman I used to
be was a woman
who lived fr you
who breathed your breath
who cried your tears
who required you to
be the existence of
her being.

But the woman I used to be is no more.

I hope to publish my better poems on this blog. With input, I might collect them and put them in a book one day. Happy Reading.