Thank God for the Oregon Rain!
The wet days have arrived and they’ll hide my pain.
I can let my tears flow and no one need know.
How many times can the same heart break?
How many heart aches can one woman take?
I tried to hold back and not get hurt again
but I opened myself up to more of the pain.
I asked all the right questions and I did everything
I could to make it work out
yet I still find myself alone on the couch.
Is this all there is? Is this all there will ever be?
Just me and Bob alone watching TV?
Never a man who wants more than sex?
No one ever again who I trust has my back?
Men must not need love the same way women do.
They must prefer being alone to being with you.
I feel like joke, a middle-aged cliché;
the woman searching for love while the man walks away.
I’ve been determined to live; to not run and hide.
I’ve tried my best to keep an optimistic heart.
But now I want to get off this ride
and stay under the covers the rest of my life.
I’m tired of soaring to heights
only to crash once again on the rocks down below.
There are only so many hits a woman can take
before the pain begins to show.
I loved you a bit.
You couldn’t stay and let it grow.
You loved me not at all.
I should have known.
September 26, 2011