giving a holler to another

Okay listen here, I am so tired of all the boyish grins and
games. The callings of baby doll this and that. Last I looked
I was a queen not an elf. So treat me as such.

Ugh and as though knowing the way you are and have
felt, I now understand my mind was so misguided by all
the endless possibilities. How does a woman attempt
to change a child when there is not enough material
worth turning around?

Once I looked back, seeing all the negativity. I even
allowed myself to ignore and gave you a chance to all
that you could desire.

And now.. I am wiser, stronger.

A diva that I knew I was before I let you tear
all parts of me down. I even realized just how
much, even now, you are a pathetic excuse of
a man. I gain only pity for you. Either wanting to
give you hug or a huge slap.

You lost that opportunity to be satisfied with
me.

Even when I want to laugh at your simple,
stupid choices, I don't. Only because that is
meeting you at your level. All I can do is say
thank you for letting me go. I was a good one,
yet you did not think that.

Walking away from you, the poorest
beast growling in richness of desire yet
no one to spread the wealth with.
Only thread you have is the common
sense you were denied. It has to be
a worn path your weary soul travels.
So much in need of a long, drug
infused sleep.

Glare at my audacity. You know I
am right. Sometimes the cold hard
truth can be a real stoning. Yet all
I can do is remind you to just return
to your crusty eye candy that dragged
you from me.

Those who have no idea of the demons
you rage within. Your pain of the
darkened past. Enjoy your trip
back to her. If you can.