The thought of a female is exciting yet terrifying.
I fiend for her touch, her kiss, her lips, her smell, her voice..
But who is her..
She makes me feel at peace, she allows me to be me, she builds me up and never knocks me down.
But who is she…
See theres her and she
When I had her my world seemed to be complete.
Her smile made my day.
Her voice took all my pain away.
Her love spoke volumes that put the world on mute.
But then Her became a she..
She talked at me and not to me
She allowed someone else to please her
She broke my heart and bruised my eye..
She took my self-esteem and stripped me clean.
She allowed the world to talk again and allowed me to see..
To see that she had played me like a toy, broke me down only to keep me there…
I wanted so desperately for her to pick me back up..
So I left..
She, Her, Who…
Who was that girl I fell in love with, who was the girl that made my world complete, who was the girl that introduced me to a love that I had never seen..
Who was that girl that broke my heart, the one that stripped me clean, who was that girl that turned me into me..
She, Her was the love of my life.
But now all I have is me..
And I never want another her or she..