Morning Text
Good morning beautiful,
How was your night?
Seven words.
Seven words capable of lifting you up
And making you dance in the clouds.
Women are so soft,
So easy to understand and please.
Wherever did they get the notion,
That a woman is a complicated being.
Now, why do we outsource
And lend our good feeling,
Usually to one who disregards it.
We pick it up from within our hearts,
Carry it over,
And gift the man,
So that he can mete out small portions of our happiness
From time to time.
And we call it love,
And we wonder why we are dragged,
Through the relationship.
I want to love myself, I do.
But I want him to love me too.
I am not crazy, you know.
Because he asked, begged to love me.
I was reluctant at first,
And then,
And then I broke the dam,
And let out an avalanche of emotions
Of sweetness on him.
Now it feels like my problem,
I feel like I’m alone.
I want to give but I realize I’m giving too much.
My nature is to share in this abundance.
Why is it a problem?
I was happy on my own,
Without a morning text.
Now I can’t breathe when you don’t talk to me.
What kind of problem do you have?
What is wrong with you?