Weary

It seems there was a time,
when I was just young.
A time when the words you spoke didn't hurt
they just stung.

Perhaps I only grew older,
and became numb to the pain.
Saw your face,
and was tired of the disdain.

Somewhere inside of me,
my loved turned to hate.
Suddenly you see,
but you see too late.

Now I don't want
what you have to give.
You're no longer the reason,
I want to live.

You lost your chance,
made a big mistake.
Gave me too much,
I just couldn't take.

I am fine without you.
Well.. someday I will be.
Because I know you'll never again have,
the best part of me.

ReBecca Sanchez