The impact you give on her,
was never to me.
With me,
it was a cold sharp blazer against rough skin.
With her,
lavender touches her skin as you wrap your arms around her.
I was treated half.
The end of the stick.
Where's the passion, the care, the worrying and despair?
Where was the love?
I pulled the rope with my teeth while you played the violin easy.
Unfair.
I didn't see my name plastered for eyes to wonder,
I was hidden.
She gets boasted like an award ceremony.
Where were the communications when you needed them?
I was stuck back against the chalkboard,
writing my own scripts on how to love.
Where’s my recommendation?
She drinks the blood,
while I was bone dry.
My heart tackles the anger and grudge against you.
Why was I treated the old ***** tire,
Not the diamond?
The broom wasn’t good enough,
so you took the mop instead.
I’m drained,
tired.
I’ve trudged the heavy load,
It wasn’t easy.
I don’t get enough for what I do.
Didn't even say,
"I love you."