I will not let myself believe that I was less of a woman for you.
I’d rather believe that you weren’t man enough to handle my magic.

You couldnt comprehend the language my hips spoke or how my tongue cracked your ignorance like a whip.

I was too much woman for you, so you decided to hurt me before you could inevitably feel ashamed to think you could keep a woman like me.

These tears are not filled with pain; but rather laced with the joy of the weight of an exhausting dance with your male ego being lifted off my shoulders.

Thank you for the ride, but it’s best that we end this now.