I wished for a good woman
I got a woman good at ignoring me
I wished for a loving woman
I got a woman who loved only her priorities
I wished for a dedicated woman
I got a woman who ignored me to finish her work
I wished for a passionate woman
I got a woman passionate with her job and not me
Then I stopped wishing and started looking to move on.
Only to find out there are more like her out there.
I wished for a good woman
I got a woman good at deceiving me
I wished for a loving woman
I got a woman loving my money
I wished for a dedicated woman
I got a woman dedicated to my checking account
I wished for a passionate woman
I got a woman passionate with her climaxes only
Then I stopped wishing and looking and built a wall up
I hid behind things that were no longer there.
Or maybe never ever were there to begin with.
I made an excuse so fast; I could have imagined it had been there from day one.
I sexed without emotion to hide my pain.
I smiled all day to cover up the shame.
I lied so good to myself, I started to believe it.
I gave up, quit, stewed and wallowed in my pool of pity.
I threw pool parties constantly just because, misery loves company.
