Woke up one morning
Jumped right outta bed
Couldn’t find any paper
So I wrote it on his forehead
Dear Tyrone, I’m done with all the fighting
Secret phone calls
Sick of you moonlighting
I’m over all the begging and pleading for you to change
Done trying to change you and have your thoughts rearranged
Dear Tyrone my time here is doneI’m ready to move on
Too many battles I haven’t won
I’m way passed tired
That feeling has subsided
I’m feeling more like humourous
Amused by my under wire
That’s digging me nowmore than you did me
Honey this is your wake up call
It’s a quarter past three
It’s time to open your eyes
You hit snooze already
One too many times on this relationship
Farther and farther we are getting
It’s not me it’s you
Who seems to have the problem
I ain’t Dr. Phil even though I tried to resolve them
Maybe one day you’ll learn I am your best
The better part of you
The one who has you blessed
But even if you don’t I won’t be around
With my bags packed and ready
I’m no longer holding you down.

That’s my word.
Peace.

Poetry