Oh honey, I know that truth too well. There are no knights in shining armor, dirty leather or white satin. No one is riding to my rescue, ain’t nobody gonna save the day.
And in the end, they all leave, it’s just a question of how and when.
I abide, just more long dark nights and day light comes and I am still here. No matter how long , the sun still comes up the next morning. Whether or not I’m alone in my bed, in my head or in my dreams.
I heard a snippet of a song while driving, she said ” I’m living in midnight and you’ll never know the places I go when I’m alone”. *
He told me I was cocaine. But I’m the one addicted. I’m the one begging for a fix. Plot twist, for me at least, I’m almost positive he saw it coming.
There is fuckery afoot, most heinous boys and girls.
I have to save myself, no damsel in distress here, well I’m distressed but no one gives a damn.
Big girl panties, ass kicking boots and halo straight. Gonna loose a lot of people but I’m can’t keep feeding the masses parts and pieces of me. There is little left of substance. Swiss cheese soul. It makes people mad, when you stop your bleeding heart from making a puddle at their feet. Suckle on nothing, the teat on this bitch hath run dry.
I deserve to be loved “well and often” Our Lady.
Loved well is the key. Loved like I am important, like I am cherished, not just fucked, literally, figuratively, and poetically.
* Lianne La Havas, Midnight