They say I wasn’t good enough for him,
A wolf with lioness skin!
Where to go, had no home to slumber,
I’ve been hurting him since the 3rd of December.
No taking back of feelings, drown in the ocean
where I thought living would be a feeling.
Undressed in front of the twilight,
dead by the day I wasn’t a good woman.
Shaped with fingers that were bruised and scraped,
Flaws he said I held were nothing
but my mom’s fingerprint engraved.
Unsteady I walked away,
more power to the woman I’ve made out of myself.
I’ve been hurting since the winter snow,
I was hurt by the heart so cold.