It evolved at birth. Dad was ever absent. Got married,
the husband was ever absent.
Developed a new relation, he was there for a few years.
Great years - because he was there.
I discovered love. It was beautiful. I loved love.
Several years into it, he decided to explore his other options.
I was hurt, depressed
Healed, I moved on. Thought I would be lucky with the next.
It went on for a few years; not bad.
Then, on cue, he wanted to move on too.
Hell, don't know what it is. Unable to keep love.
Most of us girls have the same problem, we find these guys -
down on their luck. We buy them things, clothes, cars, food.
Let them move in. Wash, cook, clean, give them cookies
and whatever they need - yet, they don't care about you.
We work harder to give. All we need is just to know they are there
for us, to hold us, a shoulder, a warm body in bed.
All I want to know is what the hell they want from us -
so i can keep the love instead.