To every man that's ever failed me.
I got you,
Not in the way you had me,
No I'm far too good for that.
I'll whisper your names in my prayers,
Shed tears for your karma,
And pour salt on the open wounds.
I got you though,
Not like you had me when you figured out how fragile I was,
Like a china doll not meant to be played with,
But you did any way.
I got you,
I got you figured out like back of my hand,
Better yet the darkness held just for you in my soul.
I got you,
Please know that I got you.
But not in the way you promised you had me.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
