Wake Up

What the hell were you thinking? Letting him in your heart, even into the sacred part. Giving of yourself all that he could never deserve! Wake up!

Doing things you said you'd never do, forgetting all that is YOU. Compromising your character for what he thought was the best he'd ever had...but let's be real it wasn't worth it!

OH, you think it felt good huh? Yeah, I bet if felt real good - waiting for the phone call that would never come, listening to his sob story about being 40 short for the rent.

Lying in bed alone with dried tear's crust glued to your cheek, shamefully wishing she knew your pain...as she held your man. ...and right when you think you've gotten it together and can make it without him, here he comes with his smile and promise of a better man, with the cell phone bill in the other hand - give him a dollar to pay the bill and continue waiting for the phone call that would never come.

Yeah, your relationship had trust - you could trust that he would be there for YOU when HE needed to feel good or 50 more cents for a smoke - this ain't no JOKE!

Don't feel bad - no judgement's passed - just wake up! Wake up! Open your eyes! WAKE UP!

Your heart is precious and can be sweet as sugar, but if you disrespect it, your heart can be a BITCH - hard as stone, isolated, leaving you all alone.

Respect the power of your heart - pumping life through all that is YOU. Be careful who you allow to fill the places and uncertain spaces of your heart.

If you allow poison in your heart, then poison will be pumped through YOU - slow-moving, creeping up on you like a cancer eating you from the inside out.

LOVE yourself enough to know that he is not enough. Remove the ugly from your life, so Mr. Right can see your true beauty.

If you fail, don't fail to get up! It may be hard at first to walk, but you will soon RUN! Just don't give up on love and don't give up on YOU! WAKE UP!

Signed with LOVE and RESPECT,
ME

By Andrew J Dorsey
7/12/08 - 1:54 AM

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