Aug 21 2017

That girl, she looks like me
Her empathy runs deep
For the broken and bereaved
Shes the type to give her all
But broken angel always falls

She's the type to be used and abused by the one that she loves
Her constant compassion just wasnt enough
She gives
He takes
She thinks its fate
It aint her way to make mistakes
Her friends say wait
Wake up things aint the way he might portray
But she stays anyway
Not seeing her boundaries being crossed every day
Her money being tossed away

But the other woman got jealous
She wanted him to tell her its just us
She tried to wait but she got fed up
Decided to tell on him, show the other ***** whats up

Images that cant be unseen
Insides writhe with fury, pain beneath
Buried deepseated beliefs broken
It set her free
See, * the ties that bind us
Are woven with obligation and guilt
All those years behind us
Even the best relationships built 
With reciprocity
But when you stop and see
Hes doing nothing for me
Thats when you cut ties and flee

But see guilt * is a trickster
Bungee cord it snaps her back
Now she thanks the heavens
For her sharpest weapon
Seven women weilded well
Cuts through guilt that kept her held
And now she is the angel fell
Now first, * she always minds herself
Call it selfish, i call it healthy
No longer soft and lost, her sight is keen
Not beaten, not free, but somewhere in between
Better than average, shes mean
The nuances of trust lost etched like a map across her gaze
She is always thoroughly unfazed
That girl, she looks like me