Maybe you haven't come to realize that I am worthy of your presence.

I guess you haven't got the message.

Busy creating your best essence.

I might cross you off my check list;

Set sail and settle in.

I yearn to live like the young and reckless,

But I can't listen to your lies for another second...

Both my heart and mind are restless.

I'm the mood for noon recession.

So, I dim the lights and spark some candles at my place.

Scents of Amber fill the space,

Chic melodies trinkle out;

Sade’ playing through the speakers.

“He's laughing with another girl,
and playing with another heart”.

A simple, smooth reminder that I'm alone and we've drifted apart.

A bit of sadness creeps upon me,
I til my head and curl my knees.

I cradle self, rocking and coddling.

An epiphany creeps over me.

Realizing after conversing with my father, how damaged I really am.

That ive been searching for love and acceptance in another man.

Except this specific crestfallen taint is no exception.

Over and over again, I learn my lesson.

Weaker than I was before I started the affair and therapy sessions.

Life has turned into a never-ending episode of regression.

Holding onto memories of stress, suicidal thoughts and depression.