if you could have, we would have.
if it was meant, it would be.
if we never did, it's because we weren't supposed to.
your epiphanies are always a day late and a dollar short. rent's far past due.
i'm sorry i'm not the dream you made me out to be.
your understanding costs me boxes of kleenex, lonely nights, and a whole lot of heartache.
talking to you about us makes me so angry i could spit. that's where the tears come from. not from pain, but from frustration.
i have nothing left to give. and if you could truly understand that, you wouldn't call me cold.
i am not heartless, i am not ruthless, and i am not unfeeling.
i love with everything i have because i am fearless.
but if you wear out your welcome, i will turn your castles to dust. i also will not hesitate to remove myself from a sinking ship.
i am willing to give the right man the moon that falls from my mouth. if you have not received it, it means you are not him.
i will admit to having played the role of sassafrass, but this is her farewell performance.*
henceforth, only men need apply.
if you have not had your heart shattered at least once and survived,
if you do not know yourself,
if your insecurities haunt you,
if you do not mean what you say and say what you mean,
i am not the woman for you.
*sassafrass was the sister who, determined to do everything in her power to heal a broken man, almost blocked her own blessings. her lesson? incomplete love ain't no love at all.