I am jaded. I am a woman scorned.
I am vulnerable but it is here where I’m most strong.
I took 2 steps backwards but it feels like 200.
I am loved by many yet by you unwanted.
To trust so easily was for me downright silly.
But you brought it out so fast…it was like I was the old naive version of me.
Your youthful blackness.
I thrusted myself into you.
I gave away my secrets no one else ever knew.
I took steps to your lead and in your words I believed, which led me wrong
For you to tell me I was I excessive and that I came off too strong.
To me, you were a mere stranger that I allowed to smell my roses.
And to you I became the toy you in turn ghosted.
I gave no one so much that I gave you in a moment.
And at that same moment, I now regret every second.
I gave you a chance for a song and dance.
Not knowing that again this chance would be the last.
I first told myself to slow down and pump the brakes.
Because in my head I knew you were a huge mistake.
The teacher of love became the student of pain.
Only to have my trust mistreated and broken again.
But from this lesson I learned.
And so yet again I am a woman scorned.