Friday, 8 March 2013
I am someone...
His eyes, his smile, the way he made me feel
Not merely special, but what we had was real
He told me I made his heart beat faster
But then lying is the one thing he could never master
For years I worked, did everything I could
All the wife and mother things, a good wife and mother should
Was it enough? Did it make him happy?
Why was I the one left holding the nappy?
Confidence was shattered, what use did I have?
To cook and clean and raise the children, but what about love?
Losing weight, trying to be someone else, someone who'd take his interest
Then piling it on, cursing my worth, when it was obvious he had no interest
Summoning the courage, while my world just fell apart
I realised I had to do the best for what remained of my heart
Asking him for a divorce, the hardest thing, yes, I remember that day
Gazing into his eyes and listening to his answer, a simple, yet hurtful, okay
Two years later people ask, do you miss him, would you have him back?
My answer is no, with no hesitation, because I am worth more than that
My children are loved, we've built a life without the tension, I'm now free
The one thing I am sure of now, I am someone, I'm me.