by K. B. Johnson © Winter, 2011
Weak woman,
I wish you all the best.
Your inability to break the trance dude got you in
just plain makes you selfish.
I hope you are not foolin' yourself, too,
and that you will wake up before things
get really, really ugly.
Maybe it's the nature of women to love how you do,
to attach yourself to the wrong thing of a bad boy
and assign it a quality.
Once it becomes a quality,
you delude yourself to think
there is good in that hopeless bastard,
and apparently,
nothing else matter,
no matter how much of a jerk he may be.
Will you die tryin' to love the good out of that devil,
whom you assigned a quality that he really doesn't have?
Seems you have really lost your mind.
Too caught up to see you're being manipulated,
and you let dude exploit us
and fabricate our relationship into a
"love triangle".
There is no such thing!
Just your selfish trait,
and I want no part it.
For if you really love me, you would just let me go.
But no, you want to love me while loving something about dude.
You only want to keep me around because of the value I bring to your life,
yet you make me suffer.
Selfish.
It is not hard to do the right thing:
Commit or let me go.
Of course, you don't love me enough;
but I do love myself.
So, I really do wish you all the best.