My Heart Hurts More!
The physical scar on my body doesn't hurt like the emotional scar you left on my heart: you were my rock and I was your soft place. I thought we would grow old together you were my ace. I love the smiles we shared. I loved the times we cared. You said tummy tuck and you'd pay. I was like an ultimatum, no way. To undergo surgery again I was just too scared. The nerve of you! I thought you cared. God had a purpose for keeping me alive. I began to question whether you wanted me to survive. You left me in the midst of my storm. I needed your hugs, kisses, and caress to keep me warm. I know it was a big difference the before and after. It was especially hard when I saw the pain on your face when I needed to hear your laughter. I recall many a day and night I gave all of me. I was there for you each page you turned, each test you took, until you finished your degree. I didn't give up on you, you graduated and you graduated from me. I know you tried but you just couldn't bear to look at it. Let me tell you brotha wearing this physical scar every day compares in no way to the emotional scar with which my heart was hit. I just pray one day my crushed heart will mend. And loving someone will look good again. He may not be as wealthy as you, as good looking as you, as smart as you, as perfect for me as I thought you were. Really none of that matters what matters is if he can see the beauty in my heart and be there.