I spent so many nights sleeping in your bed under the guise that you missed me. You missed me? You didn’t even know that I existed other than in the privacy of your own home. Your “bedroom queen” is what you called me even though I longed to be more.
But, you weren’t ready. No commitment would come, but I would give you pieces of my spirit in hopes that you would find solace between my thighs. See, I knew that life had dealt you some difficult blows and I was sacrificing my womb to give you shelter from your pain.
Pain that was inflicted when you no longer had love in your life and I like so many before me thought that I could save you. To change you. To make you see that I am the woman who you should choose. My spirit belonged to you and I wanted to sit inside your soul and sing sweet songs to your spirit.
But, the pain became unbearable. I could no longer stand the smell of you, the taste of you, the feel of you, the look of you and the thought of you. I chose the path less traveled in order to save myself and pull my battered heart away from yours. I untangled my spirit from your lips and your lies and buried the hurt in a sea so deep that no one will ever see…
That in this space where you and I laid…there was love.