8 a.m.

I know this isn’t what you wanted

and i’d like to say I’m sorry

I didn’t fit

into your mold of what a woman

should be.

Quiet, demure, barefoot in the kitchen.

That woman doesn’t exist

on any planet.

I see your pain

over the loss of the idea

I was the ONE

to lay down for you,

the woman who would take your arm

and be beautiful, as a rainbow

every day of your life.

and for me to set the stage of togetherness

so you wouldn’t have to,

and to keep the passion fires

roaring for your pale, scentless body.

I’m walking away now, from this place,

from you.

for me.

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