I always wondered to myself, asking myself over and over again, Who am I? Am I just his object? Who am I? Am I his lover, his mistress? Who Am I? Am I truly the one who owns his heart and soul?! Does he truly love me? No. I don't think so, his music means more to him than me. Who am I? To live on with a man who never acknowledges my precious time. I often catch myself wanting more, wanting just a little taste of temptation, So I can feel. Feel what its like to be loved, touched. That feeling again. He's not giving. And if he won't do it another man will. I'm not just his object he can push to the side and act like I don't belong.
I'm his wife.
If his music means more to him than me and our child? What is love? Who am I? Who are we? Who do we think we are?
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Burning Candles. | Dricki
FanfictionNicki Minaj starring as you. "Love is like вυཞиιиg ¢αи∂ℓєѕ. You can only love someone whose hurt you for so long, once that flame goes out, there's no use in trying to relight the candle." ~ Tune Fahreal (me)
