But who's going to Love me ?

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But who's going to love me

you only write once

So make these words count but

When all tears are wiped away
when all the scars are fading
when the wounds are healing
 

You only write once

So make these words count but

Who’s going to find me
When you have learned to love again
Smiles become frequent
Cries are now laughter
You have started to find your way
 

You only write once

So make these words count but

Who’s going to feel me
When you stop stressing
Move on up in life
Made your way through the darkness
 

You only write once

So make these words count but
who’s going to walk with me
Limp with me
when I tell you to get off my back

Because I can't hold you there no more
so you turn your back on me
 

You only write once

So I’ll make these words count right now

that being a person who gives every
Little ounce I have to offer to a man
To only make him better for the next
Is a selfless commitment
That I
Brought upon myself
Because nobody told me
That love
Did not consist of
Sacrifice
Belittlement
Abuse
Manipulation
But a sacrifice to yourself
To open your aching heart
That already is receiving treatment
From a premature attack
Or a
Compromise  towards things that feel so wrong
Or saying yes I believe you
To a promise you never knew any man to keep

But when it’s all said in done

You only write once

So make these words count but

I can’t see to worry

Who is going to limp with me
Who is going to reassure me
Love me
Want me
Feel me
Questions That should risen eyebrows
before
But the loud noise of lust kept
Interfering w. The conversations of
my heart & mind

so what about me again?
I hear nothing
Exactly how I expected
Women like me give to receive nothing
Now I don't believe
Anything was wrong with my approach
I justify my loses
With
The conclusion I’ve drawn
That I’m just an acquired taste
Something like grapes that are not
Ripe enough to make sweet wine
Something like a Champaign bottle from 1957
An old school flavor
That men from this generation
Cant appreciate
Don't be confused
I am sweet
Just not sweet for it
I am young
Just old enough to know better
To walk , limp, crawl the hell away
From you
inconsiderate
opportunist
motherfuckers

So with that

You only write once

Hope my words count.

 

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