Sitting here thinking of you seems to be a consistent thing.

Laying down staring at your picture as I remove my ring.

Trying to convince myself that we’re not a real thing,

But I fail miserably

your more than my friend or just a lover,

your MY King!!

How did this happen as I sit in total disbelief,

shaking my head as I kneel submissively to your feet,

Shocked, humbled and honored you chose me,

to love,

to hold

to protect, to mold into your rib,

The woman who you see as your wife and mother of your kids,

But,,could this be?

How can 2 people who can’t belong piece together so perfectly,

Why is it that the man I need doesn’t belong to me,

But her?

Please tell me this is just a dream,

is it true I can’t give you me is that what this mean?

I mean damn,

I will never be your sidechick because Im more than that,

I really believe were the best of each other and that’s a fact.