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Finding The Woman I'm Meant To Be

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Boy Who Cried Wolf

You can’t say you’re sorry
For breaking my heart
Do it all over –
Tear me apart
Changed behavior
Is the best apology
You say you’re sorry
Then your actions repeat
You don’t see it but
It’s blinding me
I’m the one who feels it
You chuck it up as comedy
You can’t say you’re sorry
But do the same thing again
Keep it up baby
The next sorry’s our end.

  • The Dalema. July 15., 2021

Human Kind

You could be my worst enemy

You could be my best friend

You could be the love of my life

You could be the person who ripped my heart out

You could be the first person to call me fat

You could be the last person to say I’m beautiful

You could be the person who rear-ended me and destroyed my neck and back

You could be the person who let me in front of you in rush hour traffic

You could be the person who voted for someone who stands for everything I’m against

You could be the person who granted my healthcare benefits

You could be the reason I get a lower salary

You could be the reason I have a job

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter who you are

I will always wish you the best and show you kindness

– The Dalema. January 15, 2021.

Worth

No ones supposed to pay for the past

It ended because it wasn’t built to last

You can’t hold grudges, ask for repayment

You built the first floor before the ground pavement

I’ve paid for her sins, I’ve begged for her forgiveness

This was supposed to be forever not built on resentment

I’m not her and she isn’t me

Can’t you see we are meant to be?

But I’ll stand strong, I know my worth

She broke you but I can’t pay for the hurt

I’ve done enough and proved that I’m worthy

I can’t prove anymore it just isn’t in me

Until you see the truth that I’m not her

I’ll lock the door and cry through the hurt

If you walk away I’ll know you were scared

Almost three years and the worth wasn’t there

Who she was it isn’t me

I can’t pay for her sins

This was supposed to be the beginning

It feels like the end.

⁃ The Dalema. 8/27/20

Your Way

The way you make me coffee

And take the dogs outside

The way you wake me up

When you turn on our light

The way you give me shit

When I talk about my feelings

The way you resist

When I say to tell me sweet things


The way you tell me no

When I’m asking for too much

The way you calm my nerves

With just a single touch

The way you fall asleep

Even if I’m still talking

The way you say “what now”

When I ask how much you love me


The way you late night snack

When you think that I don’t notice

The way you change the subject

By pretending to lose focus

The way you tell a story

Without getting to the point

The way you don’t forget

To say “love you, goodnight”


The way you make me mad

But then you make me laugh

The way you buy me lobster

And end up eating half

The way you let me know

You’ll catch me when I fall

I love the way you love me

It’s my favorite love of all


– The Dalema. March 13, 2020.

Never Be

I will never be

A southern skinny blonde

I will never be

Too shy to say you’re wrong

I will never be

The woman without an opinion

I will never be

Dreaming without you in them

I will never be

Your first marriage choice

I will never be

Someone who’s been divorced

I will never be

The mother of your first child

I will never be

A heart that’s running wild

I will never be

Ok with no emotions

I will never be

The women that you’ve known

I will never be

Someone who leaves & deserts you

I will never be

Her.

⁃ The Dalema. February 19, 2020.

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