Sometimes

People want different things.
Sacrifice comes in to play

who gives what
who takes what
who has how much at the end of the day

most of the time
its me who gives
and he who takes

me who suffers
and he who blames

I take the sorrow
I shed the tears
I bury my thoughts
In fear of the fears

Finally I let a thought slip away
It glides and shimmys into the grey

Still

I take the sorrow
I shed the tears
Bury my thoughts
in fear of fear


Yet again

He calls
He texts
Its gone
We fall

He screams
I cry
I beg
Ask why

Why do I take the sorrow
Why do I shed the tears
Why am I the one to bury my thoughts
in fear of fear?

Because Im the woman
And thats what we do
We don't speak
Unless spoken to.