Pain in Prose
I loved you when I did not love myself.
Could never imagine myself without the shine of your love on my skin.
Never saw myself with my own eyes but yours.
I was powerless to only you.
Surrendered my dignity, my self-respect, my soul to be yours.
Cry myself to sleep, dreaming of the pain of your love.
Then you showed me, what I need to see.
The person, I knew you were, but were too blind to see.
Never let myself believe that your soul was ugly.
I trusted my heart, when my mind knew who you were.
My heart broken, scarred, burnt, I left you.
Truth is, my mind left you long before my body did.
Didn’t want others to see my shame. My failure in my perfect love.
But, you are not perfect, never thought you were.
My love for you was pure, though. You took it all from me.
I let you take it all.
I’m strong enough to say goodbye.
Powerful enough to leave.
Brave enough to venture out on my own.
Looked in the mirror and saw the woman that I’m meant to be.
A woman, without a man, is still a Queen.