CHOICES AND OPTIONS

The truth is, I was never a choice
No matter how hard I pretended to be
I was an option, I was never a priority
I was the girl he came home to when everyone else was done

And it hurt a lot, but I had to pretend it didn’t
When you love someone the way I loved him
It was so easy to be blind to mistreatment
To miss the subtle ways in which he said I don’t love you.

So I stayed, I stayed home
And he wandered around the globe
Finding out what he wanted and what not
And at the end of the month he would come back to me when he was tired
And he would tell me he loved me and that he needed me, in a way only he would.

I was a fool for him
I kept pressing reset but never delete
And he knew it, he knew that I hadn’t learnt to say no to him
And he took advantage of it.