Where are you when I need you the most?
Where are you when I boldly declare
that I’m tired of being your second best
and that I no longer care?
if you need me or not.
My desire for you is a bruised apple
abandoned and left to rot.
Where are you when I say these things?
Do you know what power refusing you brings?
I’m afraid I’ll never know
for you come to me just in time for me to
lay down my convictions and forget.
Forget that I love him more
forget that I’m not your whore.
forget that I hate you for tearing me apart
forget that the morning comes to me
with a bouquet of regret.