I really did love her, I said I would in the end
This situation reminds me of the time I sat on my brothers lap while we listened to Eminem
We sat in his car for hours listening to repeats of Kim and talked about how we were gonna clean out our closets when I got older and runaway with all his friends
He told me he wouldn't fall in love again and that I would always be protected as long as he had his hands
But then again boys always get caught up when it comes to pretending to be a man
I really did care for her, I swore I would in the end
But she used to close me in when I would cry for help when I could no longer use a pen and paper to get rid of this pain
So I decided try to pay her back for all the things she gave me and all the things she thought me and how she would have gave me up if the highest bidder would have bought me
She finally realized I was worthless and she put me out on purpose
So I realized the furthest thing from being perfect was being in love with someone who feelings weren't meant to reciprocate and eventually I went on a search for a copy of her that I couldn't hate
I really do miss her, and sometimes I think how dare I
If the woman that I dream of never shows up on the outside
My own brother couldn't help me
And neither could my father
So when I was younger I prayed to God at night to take my soul so I couldn't fight against the only woman that could teach me how to reach my full potential and teach me what a young girl can't do
Here I am saying the way I once felt
But that piece of me went away at the age of six when I realized the only person I could really trust was me
And even now I try to see that my own mother was the one who wanted to kill me
I thought I cared for her
I thought I loved her
I thought she was there for me when I was still a baby in the crib
However my true love was the woman who she could have been and all the things that I thought my dream mother could have did.
