How could you
tell me you love me,
leave me sad and lonely,
and live with what you did to me?
Why isn’t there a love for me?
And I’m asking,
how could life be so cruel to me?
I’ve been waiting so patiently.
Waiting for someone
to love me,
hug me,
rub me,
and
caress me
all over my body.
And I’m asking,
how could you tell me you love me,
leave me sad and lonely,
and live with what you did to me?
Why isn’t there a love for me?
I tried so hard
to please you,
love,
and be with you.
It seemed like
it was never enough.
You always expected more.
Much more
than I could give.
I gave
all I had to give.
All I ever wanted
was your love,
acceptance,
companionship,
and oneness.
With you,
I wanted to be.
There seemed
no other for me.
And I’m asking,
how could you tell me you love me,
leave me sad and lonely,
and live with what you did to me?
Why isn’t there a love for me?
How could life be so cruel to me?
