My muse is not so amusing
Our love has become confusing
I'm fighting a battle that's loosing
I had enough I think I'm leaving
Leaving you for good
I'll find someone who will discover my worth
You treat me so volatile, I feel like dirt
Our relationship will never see marriage
Even if I presented to you our baby in a carriage
But that's life for me
All along I thought it was more between us
And all along I was probably the homie
I got to stop love - like you
I got to open my eyes and look - see - surpass you
When love intervenes you and I
You are first and everything else become secondary
'I was his friend and not his wife
I should have acted in that capacity
And maybe then this breakup would have been;
One of those things instead of a tragedy'.
Copyright© Anita Khelawan 08-07-2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem