you didn't want to talk about it
you simply said you had no need
I didn't know if that was enough
or if we could ever really believe
I felt so lost and incomplete
every day it was something else
silky smooth or rough and tough
your love could be a curse from hell
I'm not sure you deserved a second chance
but I gave you a third, a fourth and then a fifth
I know you darn sure didn't deserve the sixth
I was never really enough for you
in so many ways
you always wanted more than I was willing to pay
change isn't change at all
if all change means is
I go away
I didn't give you a chance to explain
a seventh time
lucky number seven
I finally found my courage
finally discovered my self respect
there was nothing left but to leave
so I did
I don't think I care if I ever see you again
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This was little more than a daily exercise, one of three or four I write every day, every other day, whatever. A writer writes, and as such has very little time to actually "live."
Were I to write ONLY about my own personal experiences, I would have run out of things to write about long ago.
It's about the work, not about me. I have a craft, a passion I hear calling, and it will not be denied.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my work.