No other woman can compare to me,
Holding my tongue so you could speak.
Covering my eyes so that you could be able to damage everything good in me,
Allowing you to be wicked and deceiving.
No other woman can be me.
No other woman can wipe her tears at the same time as she wipes yours.
No other woman can turn her back on the world,
Simply to watch yours.
No other woman can fight evil and be the very enabler of it.
No other woman can possibly hold you down,
A man so unruly.
So barbaric and crazed.
No other woman can possibly have the Desire to care for you.
She cannot bend over backwards to fix you.
Allowing herself to break in the process.
No other woman can hold a candle to me.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
