If that's what it takes...I refuse. I will not be that helpless, desperate, fragile being just to make you feel more like a man. I will not bat my eyelashes. I will not have tears glistening on my eyelids unless I feel them. I will not act lonely. I will not need you to make my life fuller. I will not ask you for help. I will not wait for you to complete me. I am complete. I don't need you nor need anyone else.
I will not compete in a losing battle. I rise above that. I am who I am. And you will only know my worth when I'm no longer there. But by then, it will be too late for you. You will regret it but I will have no sympathy. I am strong. I am strong. I am strong.....and I don't need to be weak to prove I am a woman. A woman with a hollow cave of emotion. A cave that has no beginning and no end. Emotions that rise and fall as frequently as the sun rises and sets. How little you know me. You have no idea. More than anything else, it is this superioir knowledge of my being that you pretend to have that annoys me. Oh boy, will you be surprised.
Enjoy the calm. But be ready for the storm.
Because believe me.....you will lose either way. I will have owned you....or you will wish you'd have owned me.
I do not compete in a losing battle.
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