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Oct 2018
She crumbles me, She crumbled me,
Left me here as sand,
Humiliated me, Rejected me,
It must have always been her plan.

She crumbles me, She crumbled me,
Denied me to my face,
Walks away from me,
Smugly,
She put me in my place.

I roared,
Why can't you be more like, whomever,
Or so and so, and such,
Why can't I be your everything,
Your world,
Is That asking too much?

Why won't you love me desperately,
As if without me you can't even breathe,
Why must you question everything,
Why can't you ever just believe?

Why can't you cook like my mother,
I work hard, I just want to relax,
Why can't you dress more like a lady,
Why can't you be a ***** in the sack?

Why don't you make me feel better,
Stroke my ego when I'm feeling low,
Why can't you read my mind, not all the time,
Some things you should just already know.

Why must you always embarrass me,
Whenever we hang out with friends,
Always with your opinions, and your stories,
While I'm thinkin, Here we go again.

Why can't you be more open and sharing, and caring and daring and
Is that what you're wearing?
Why would I lie,
How did I make you cry,
Just tell me Why, Why,
Just tell me Why?

She crumbles me, She humbled me,
Shook her head sadly, let go of my hand,
She looked at me, pitifully, staring,
What?
You wouldn't understand,
She said,
I know it's hard for you to see me, to love me just as I am,
But maybe, just maybe I'll be that kind of Woman,
When you're more of that kind of Man.
The Poet Tree
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The Poet Tree  46/M/CA
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