Plethora

I have always made you whole But you have discarded me Broken, naked, abandoned, and afraid Yet you expect some sort of praise For invading my heart Like a pirate on a tyrannical rid Being with you diluted my life for an age And lacks the taste of sage And sends my emotions into a rage The scales were never equivalent I always carried the weight Like a slave to a savage Nothing about us was ever average I refused to see that you demoted me So that you could shine in dawn So other women would be fond of you Lord, if they only knew the entire truth That it was me who planted your roots And your life is simply fake All you have ever done is take But not this time You will be surprised When I arise from the ashes Like the Phoenix And you will be only a memory In the chilly breeze….