Don't Sleep
You're tripping. I am here yet you're still running around dealing with these foolish girls who bring you nothing but drama. I stand here, gorgeous, intelligent, loving, supportive, understanding, adventurous, fun-loving, sexy, warm, and caring, yet you keep passing me by.
What is up with you? You would think after disease, unwanted children, betrayal, and heartache you would turn to me, but still you hesitate. What will it take? When will you get it? How many crazy situations do you have to go through before you decide to choose happiness? Why do you continue to torture yourself? Do you really feel like you don't deserve someone like me?
Why can't you understand that its not about how much money you have or what you can buy me? Why isn't the fact that I love you for who you are not what you have enough? Take a look at yourself, and answer these questions honestly. Do you love yourself? Do you think you deserve to be happy?
You tell me you love me. You say you think the world of me, yet you keep running away. You tell me we cannot be together b/c you cannot treat me the way I deserve to be treated.
What exactly is stopping you from being good to me? I am truly confused, but I am ready to move on. I finally have accepted that until you heal yourself you cannot love me. I am more than you think you deserve. You do not think you are a good man, capable of giving love. You hold me in high esteem, but you do not see yourself as worthy. You think I will not love you b/c you do not see yourself as worth loving and I cannot help you with this. So while my heart breaks b/c it belongs to you, I refuse to spend my life alone, hoping wishing praying that you will one day come to me. I will not stand by and watch you love, live, and laugh.
I am saddened b/c I am forced to settle. I , cannot control you. I cannot make you love me. I cannot make you want me. I cannot make you choose me. Don't sleep, you will see it one day, but it will be too late. My heart will be closed to you. I will always love you, nothing will change that, but since you do not love you our love can never be. I am done, goodbye my love, perhaps in the next lifetime.
What is up with you? You would think after disease, unwanted children, betrayal, and heartache you would turn to me, but still you hesitate. What will it take? When will you get it? How many crazy situations do you have to go through before you decide to choose happiness? Why do you continue to torture yourself? Do you really feel like you don't deserve someone like me?
Why can't you understand that its not about how much money you have or what you can buy me? Why isn't the fact that I love you for who you are not what you have enough? Take a look at yourself, and answer these questions honestly. Do you love yourself? Do you think you deserve to be happy?
You tell me you love me. You say you think the world of me, yet you keep running away. You tell me we cannot be together b/c you cannot treat me the way I deserve to be treated.
What exactly is stopping you from being good to me? I am truly confused, but I am ready to move on. I finally have accepted that until you heal yourself you cannot love me. I am more than you think you deserve. You do not think you are a good man, capable of giving love. You hold me in high esteem, but you do not see yourself as worthy. You think I will not love you b/c you do not see yourself as worth loving and I cannot help you with this. So while my heart breaks b/c it belongs to you, I refuse to spend my life alone, hoping wishing praying that you will one day come to me. I will not stand by and watch you love, live, and laugh.
I am saddened b/c I am forced to settle. I , cannot control you. I cannot make you love me. I cannot make you want me. I cannot make you choose me. Don't sleep, you will see it one day, but it will be too late. My heart will be closed to you. I will always love you, nothing will change that, but since you do not love you our love can never be. I am done, goodbye my love, perhaps in the next lifetime.
posted by Afro Diva at 9:33 PM
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