Lost In Love Poem by loving and living life

I don’t know what makes me feel the way I do,
Knowing you could never love me the way I love you.
You go to home to your wife, your kids and your happy lil home, cause after we get done screwing I’m the one who ends ups alone.
Alone, and lying in my bed in between the sheets of lust, lies and regret, reflecting back on it….. I guess I can’t get mad, it’s really quite all my fault, cause when I dropp my drawers, I also gave you my heart.
Now, here I’m am standing looking like a fool, all because I, I broke the number one rule… never fall in love with a man that you can’t have, don’t make him a priority, when your just a convenient piece for time to pass.
For the longest time, I tried to pretend that was I feeling wasn’t real, A figment of my imagination, only if you will.
But it seemed the more I pretended, the more it became reality, that I wanted you the man I couldn’t have, to be the man of my destiny.
And every time I saw you, it was like happiness with a lil bit of pain, like trying to control a wild animal that you just couldn’t tame.
It hurt me to know that she was lying in your arms that night, when just a few hours ago I was making everything alright.
By giving you what you needed, anytime, anywhere that you pleased… by giving that good loving that made you dropp down to your knees. But when it was all said and done, he got up and left and here I was again... sad and by myself.
Cause the man I secretly love has just walked out the door, off to his wife he runs, just like he’s done before, to give her the same loving he just gave me.
But, yet and still I choose to lay down with him every chance that I got... only to remained where I started, not to have moved a spot.
All and All, there was a lessoned learned that you can’t take a confused man from a so-called happy home. Cause if you let a dog out…he’s gonna rome, but like all dogs, they always return home.

But trust me, ladies and gentleman, again this will never be

Because I, De'chelle renae morgan
Will never love a man, who can’t love me