"When?"
by Emilee Hudspeth
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He wants respect. He wants comfort, Praise. He wants submission, Apologies. Thrilled in his convictions. His heart pumps, Breath quivering at the idea that He will never control Another woman the way that he does me. I am broken. I have cried Oceans of tears, Begging and pleading for a path To his wishes, To his happiness. I have sworn To God that I’d do anything For a way to find us again, Youthful love. Awaiting possibilities that are And will be Unfulfilled. And as I’m sitting alone, Every fiber of my being wonders Will tomorrow be the day that we find each other again? Can we let resentment rest? Can we try for the future and forget yesterday? Who would I be without you? Who would know me? Will I ever be enough? Can I fix this? Should I? When does it end? But I hope it ends with us |