To The Women I Once Loved

She is a super hero.
A life giver
A life changing energy lies within her.
A caregiver who can loosen the grip a man has on independence
A natural remedy that can put to sleep the anger within a man
A drug that any man who desires a quality woman will become addicted to
She is powerful.
A powerful force that is able to resurrect the good man buried in any man
A power to forgive lives within her, one that can cause every skeleton within a man’s closet to feel invisible and of no significance
A gift of servitude lies within her that will grab the hand of a man and guide him off the throne of his pride

She preferred having her eyes lost in the night sky wondering about the stars, the universe and the creator
Her “Turn ups” consisted of tuning to romantic movies as she carefully fed her romantic appetite and documentaries to feed her curiosity.
Her partying consisted of celebrating her savior within the walls of a church.
Her “fun” was carefully staring at beautiful art pieces as they stood with their backs against the walls of the museum.
She preferred the “goal digging” lifestyle. Burying herself into her work, planting seeds of hard work without growing complacent. She craved success, chasing dreams, and living for purpose.

They may never understand your scars.
How you’ve endure the worst of worst
How it felt to find out the monster every kid is scared of lives in your mirror
How someone out of your bloodline robbed you of your innocence, stealing your purity
How the imprint of that familiar face would easily be reminded when sex came to mind
How intimacy and sex became contradictory to you since its image has been tainted in your mind
How your parents separating split your heart into half; how love spilled out of one side and hate out of the other
Having mixed feelings about your parents and yourself
How your teen years consisted of others using sharp words to cut through your insecurities and create more scars from your childhood
How you gave yourself away in order to gain love yet you gain more hate for yourself
How the loved ones you want to accept you point out the ugliness things about you
How you walk through life so broken yet cover up the pieces with a smile.
People are often too busy in their own battle or too busy running away from their own struggle to care for yours
You owe no one an explanation. They won’t understand.