Thoughts of him seem to be
stealing all of my time,
and I can't find an escape
once the lights go out at night.
I used to be his good girl,
but lately my defiance has been growing,
back tracking to all the times
I didn't know what to do,
when I became a concrete statue for him.
I see his face in every crowd,
screaming at me because
my silence has been broken.
And when thoughts of him
are determined to steal my time,
I get so tired of fighting,
that sometimes,
I cannot help
but let him have it.
