YOU TOLD ME

by Yolanda Carter   Apr 27, 2008


You told me that it was not me it was you. You told me that lately you had been feeling blue. You told me that she was just a friend, but I bet you never thought that this would be the end. Did you thing that I was that blind that eventually I would not see the signs? Are did you think that you were that smooth that you would be able to have your cake and eat it to? You told me you needed a friend to talk to. Well, so did I, but not once did you see me going to talk to another guy. You told me that she listened that she made you feel like a man, but what kind of woman would accept being second hand.

Do not ever think you played me because that would be untrue. Understand that you were my husband and I took an oath to trust you. You told me that she meant nothing. She was just someone to talk too, but remember you only told me this after I caught you. I asked you why this happened. Why you could not come to me? You told me all I did was nag that is why you could not talk to me, but the truth of the matter was you wanted to be free.

You told me that you love me. You said please give us another try. You even went as far as trying to make yourself cry. You have told me a lot and now it is my turn so sit back and listen while a lesson is learned.

Didnt your mama ever teach to never hurt the hand that feeds you or in my case the hand that washes your back. That if you burn too many britches that you may never be able to come back.

Werent you told by your daddy that a good woman is hard to find and how long you did search for the right valentine card just to say would you be mine? You were taught from a toddler to know right from wrong, but as a grown man you want me to believe that you did not know your actions were wrong. Respect is a word you like to use, but it is funny because no where in it do I see the word fool. If you had any kind of respect you would have come to me like a man, but being that is not in your vocabulary I now understand.

You told me you wanted freedom. Well, spread your wings and be free. Oh, and bye the way first lessoned learned this is the end of you and me.

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