I can’t breathe
So much is happening.
& I asked you, begged you really to be here
& you couldn’t.
I don’t ask you for much cause I know how hard you work.
But today I was heartbroken
& I could’ve used you here.
I know you heard the pain in my voice
But instead of jumping up
You blamed me for making you feel guilty.
Cause I’d rather pretend you’d rescue me
Than the cold hard truth
That sometimes I’m only your priority
Cause I’m convenient.
Why does a woman need to be your mother, sister, daughter, or lover in order for her to matter?