Pissed

Pardon me Miss,

I feel it would be a little remissed,

If I didn’t tell you,

With you I am pissed!

See, this man, whewwww this man,

You know the one you left scorned,

now he’s afraid to let love home!

You see,

you’ve made this quite hard for me,

You manipualted his heart,

Filled it with scars,

And left him to bleed.

I’m pissed!

You see….

You mishandled him,

then sent him on his way,

But what you didn’t foresee,

Is that I’d be sent his way.

So, the very man that you had the opportunity to love,

you robbed him of feelings,

Used the shit that you couldn’t heal from,

To break this man,

But I’m here to help him heal some!

See, his past with you,

to me really doesn’t matter!

You held his heart in your hand,

But you opted to leave it shattered.

Unlike you,

To me-

his heart matters.

So yes, I’m pissed with you!

Pissed that you would take your old wounds,

Your open scars,

To dismantle and leave a trail of wretched scars,

Making this good man’s heart forever on Guard.

For This man, This man, no matter how hard,

I’m the woman that’s up to the part!

See, I’m the one that’s willing to free his heart,

Usher love in and allow him to be whole again.

Stand ten toes down,

And pray him through his shadows,

because unlike you-

I see his value!!

-KJ-