She told me how close I was with him
How he sought my permission
Before he left the house
How I helped him remove his shoes
When he got ‘home’
Until he left ‘in search of a better future’
Who knew our story was to end there?

He wasn’t there to usher me in
How I am supposed to be treated by other males
He wasn’t there to exhibit affection from the opposite gender
But instead he left me with a lesson –
Never to trust his kind

He left me with her to hurt
He left me with her without any supposing whatsoever
He left me with her for me to end up venting my anger on her
He left me with her until she reached her death
He left me celebrating confidently that he doesn’t value me
He left me celebrating confidently that he – he doesn’t love me

Thanks to him I’m afraid to fall for his kind
Thanks to him I push people away afraid that
They’ll all end up leaving some day
Thanks to him I’m uncertain of who I am
Thanks to him I was angry at God…