A REAL MAN...

...Because, the person who broke my heart

Or should I say strengthened my heart

Because he was a diluted version of a MAN.

It's so funny when I think about it

Because every indication that he didn't love me was right in my face.

I don't think that the fact of him not reciprocating love was the problem,

It’s the fact that he made me think I was crazy for thinking that he didn't.

Material things can't substitute genuine affection

And I needed that (genuine affection) in my life.

It's as though we went through the motions

Because we were so comfortable with each other;

Then things got taken for granted.

Long nights sitting up waiting to hear a key in the door of my heart

Acting like everything’s okay in the morning

While scrambling eggs and holding back my tears and biting my lip.

I think that I have lost my faith in monogamy...

It doesn't matter how good something is;

There I am, just waiting for the bottom to fall out.

I want to believe that things will be different

But there isn't a clear indication that hope is alive.

Don't think that I don't want love...

Sometimes it gets lost in translation

And I want something more manageable.

Something that I tend to do is become a lover before friends.

I want something real.

I want someone to want me just as much as I want them.

When you're gone I want to miss your touch,

Your scent,

The sound of your voice.

I don't think that's asking too much.

© tgk