You’ve alienated yourself from the rest of the world and now you're all alone.
Aren’t you?
Not a soul to hear you cry or a body to hold you steady
But you seem to like it that way, don’t you?
Women like you were never made to be lovers or mothers.
Never learned the meaning of a symbiotic relationship.
Or perhaps you did but never cared for one.
Women like you were never taught to love-neither yourself nor anyone else
Perhaps that's why you spend the days cursing your stretch marks and spend the nights cursing men who dare try to love you
Women like you don’t know what it means to build something from the ground up.
Only to destroy.
Only to damage.
Only to break something down until it lies in shambles
Women like you are good at that sort of thing. Only because you practice.
Women like you don’t know cold nights. Because they're all cold. Don't know good mornings.
Because you seem to wake everyday.
Women like you..women like our mothers...women like me were meant to exist by ourselves.
And that’s sort of fine.