He calls me a bitch
A modern day version of being a witch
A vision that does not comply 
With someone else’s ride or die 
And he’s a sashay
When he looks at me that way 
But he’s found someone else
And it does no good for my mental health
To stare at them both
Through the windowpane of the stories you quote 
Me in the dark 
And it left a mark 
When you said you didn’t have the time to share
With someone who would care 
If you let her in 
So I let you win
And you hang up the line
Somehow I know that it will be the last time 
We speak for a while 
And your smile 
Seems stifled prude
And you act like you’re the dude
On the page you play
But I just pray 
You will grow
Up and out of the mindset you know 
And hit me with 
So keep her lit 
And let me breathe
I’m not the woman that you need

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