IN A RELATIONSHIP
Who would have known that three simple words would be so detrimental to her
But maybe that was the push she needed
To get over it…
…Two months ago…
Yeah, it was time to let go
It was still excruciating though
When just a couple of nights ago
She was filled with the possibility
Of them being together
Oh, the simplicity
Of course life is complicated
And that superb vision she had created
Will remain unbeknownst to him
As the fact that she still sat around
Reminiscing on the explicitly of THAT situation
That had her wailing out in frustration
If only there was a little wand I could pee on.
Plus equals "he likes me."
Negative equals "he doesn't"
Because picking flower petals was played
…But she finally did get her answered…even though it was delayed.
"I don't like you like that."
In the stir
Of all those wounding words
He did inadvertently challenge her to reevaluate herself
("But you got to learn to accept yourself before you try to give yourself to someone else.")
Did she really accept herself?
Could she look within herself?
To define herself
To be the confident, strong, Christian woman she proclaimed to be
She thought she could see
This, but everyone else was blind
And this is where the Almighty steps in
To make her realize
He used this boy
So she can comprehend
That she wasn't ready for a relationship
Wasn't ready for the hardships
If she didn't love herself
How could she love another?
So she extended her hands
Praised him, doing a little dance
"Thank you, Lord!"
Because late in the midnight hour
When her spiritual journey is getting hard
The enemy trying to devour
Her while the boy she adores so
And everyone else she knows
Is sleeping cozy in their beds
She shutters and shakes as she holds herself
Babbling that she can't take this "ish" no more
God comes to holds her
Cuddling her, telling her it's going to be alright
That's what I keep telling her
"It's only a test you're going through"
"God will never leave nor forsake you"
She will overcome this because she's strong
And I know I won't be wrong
I reach out to touch her, touching glass
As I stare at her
I know her sorrow because mine mirrors hers
And this girl I see
This girl is actually me