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Woman Scorn

Some day's we wake up in each others arms, and then again some days i wake up all alone wondering when he will come home. He doesn't even answer his cell phone. I call his phone like a bomb threat, only to get madder and upset. wondering where the hell he is at.... Is he with another, laying under her covers? This is starting to make me wonder.... What have I done to deserve this I ask myself with alot of doubt. He doesn't care he just out. With his homeboys that what he said until the day we all bumped heads. It was him and her and me alone. I said this is why you couldn't answer that phone. Your with her ,she is with you, what's a girl with a broken heart to do. I want and explanation but I can't stand the situation so what am I to do look like a fool. Head held high I began to cry. Five years down the drain I thought as tears ran down my face looking at them with such disgrace. Can we talk just for a mintue just us to he said. I answered yes and began to hit him upside his head. Not once or twice cause by this time I was sick of being Nice. He took my Kindness for weakness, and I showed no meekness. I wanted him to hurt like he hurt me. But after this I began to see, Me hurting him was for only a few minutes, him hurting me last a lifetime. I have the scar to prove it .right next to my heart in which he tore apart. never to mend together again. As I walked away I had to say. He cheated on me what makes you think he won't you that's all so true what go's around comes around and what go's up must come down. Your next so wait around.......

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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