Drums

January 16, 2016

My heart only use to beat to the rhythm of your drum

You had the power to speed it up when you made love to me

You had the power to slow it down as you swept me off my feet

You had the power to make it skip beats when you questioned my devotion to you and only you

You had the power to make a strong heart feel weak

You had the power.

I never knew I could love someone more than myself

That my general health

Depended on how happy I made you

That's what I thought love entailed

I found out the hard way that that was not true

I lost myself trying to please you

Only in turn to continuously lose you

Over and over and over again

Until one day I realized

Baby girl be your own damn friend

You can't expect for someone to love you if you can't learn to love yourself

Every flaw, every curve, and everything else that is left

Pursuing happiness elsewhere just isn't the way to go

You'll be stuck depending on others

Being let down

And those sad thoughts begin to show

I remember when my heart use to beat at the rhythm of your drum

But I'm glad I can say this without hesitation

I'm the one in charge of my drums now, because

Sometimes you just can't resuscitate an already dead situation

-Geovanni

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