What is it that you want from me?
What is it that you need?
All that I gave to you;
You threw it back to me!

How many nights that I’ve warned
My conscience, knew deep down
That I was right?
How many nights that I’ve cried
My shame, tried the fight, lost
And had no one to blame?

There is not anything that you can
Ask of me.  All that I had of you
Died the day you took to being
Demeaning and condescending;
Abuser of the one true love that was given to you!

Too late to know and understand its
Meaning or how happy it could have made you,
Now all I see is a man full of jealousy.  
Too proud to swallow his pride,
To accept how he lost his bride to another
Who loves her sincerely, of true love was found worthy.

I don’t see what you want from me,
I don’t see what you need from me,
Because whatever you thought you had--
You had, but were too blind to see.

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris