Why can't you love me?
I am cool. I am pretty, funny, smart, cute, witty, and sexy. I can cook, take care of your place, get along with your mom, learn some of her recipes for you. I can also understand you better than even your own mother at this point. I can almost predict your every need. I know how you like to be taken care of and enjoy doing it.
You have said that we get along, that I make you happy, that you like my cooking, that I'm one of the best lovers you've ever had, that I'm your angel, that I'm a good woman, among other things.
Now tell me. Why can't we be together?
I am so tired of not having any "rights" over you. Of not being anything of yours.
I want to belong. I want to be yours. But you are too busy looking at the wrong person. If only you would turn around and see me, then you would realize how much I love you.
But perhaps you do know and you just don't care.
~A~
You have said that we get along, that I make you happy, that you like my cooking, that I'm one of the best lovers you've ever had, that I'm your angel, that I'm a good woman, among other things.
Now tell me. Why can't we be together?
I am so tired of not having any "rights" over you. Of not being anything of yours.
I want to belong. I want to be yours. But you are too busy looking at the wrong person. If only you would turn around and see me, then you would realize how much I love you.
But perhaps you do know and you just don't care.
~A~