Scraps
Feel empty settling for leftoversFeel hollow hoping for the best.
I've never been one to keep my
feelings in check and secret.
I am not a woman that can sit
quiet in a corner.
I should have known things
would be like this.
What have I done?
What have I become?
Look at me I'm the other
woman complaining about the
time I get with a man that isn't
mine to claim.
How did I come to be in this
situation?
I may never understand my logic.
I'm not your one and only,
I don't play well with others.
This arrangement that seemed so right,
so good, so true, to good to be true,
has run it's course.
I have learned what you were sent to
teach me.
I don't know how to share and I should
never try to share again.
I have blossomed into a better person
and I thank you, but my days of
waiting for scraps are over.
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