She loves him,
I love him too.
She has him,
Well, I had him.
She dresses up nicely,
I am still the same old tom boy.
He is her whole world,
I was never made to be bound by cages and shackles.
She colored her hair the way he wanted,
I cut mine short for reasons I could never explain.
She gets the ‘making love’ now,
While all I can get is sex.
She supports him with his break downs,
I am emotionally unavailable, not ready to be found.
She’s his hideout,
I hide somewhere deep down within me.
She is now his safe place,
I am forever my home.
She can never be me,
I can never be her.