It makes no sense . . .
No sense at all
I am a good woman
A brilliant woman
A compassionate woman
A loving woman
An educated woman
A beautiful woman
A romantic woman
A unique and special woman
So why do men overlook me?
Or come into my life and play games?
Use Jedi mind tricks?
Spit out bullshit lies?
Expect me to share dick?
Expect me to tolerate their shit?
Say one thing and do another?
Call me names and expect me to be their lover?
Hit on me and then try to kiss me?
Talk shit behind my back?
Hurt
Pain
Anguish
Bitter
Those are the words that describe me
Those are the terms that define me
Now it is time for me to find me
Before it is too late
And my heart can no longer participate
In what people call love