What I’ve Been

I am beautiful. I am unique. A hot mess. A feminine mystique

 I’ve been a slut.
I’ve been a b*tch.
I’ve been stupid.
I’ve been content.
 
I’ve been happy.
I’ve been sad.
I’ve been angry.
I’ve been glad.
 
I’ve been sexy.
I’ve been enduring.
I’ve been supportive.
I’ve been loving.
 
I’ve been a mother.
And a lover.
I’ve been a girlfriend.
And a fiancée.
I’ve been a home-wrecker.
And a home-maker.
I am beautiful.
I am unique.
A hot mess.
A feminine mystique.
 
All of these things
and more I’ve been
because of what I’ve felt
for someone
who didn’t deserve my love
or my affection.
 
Can you imagine
what I will be
for the man and woman
who deserves me?
 
Maybe that’s why they don’t exist
because it would be
too much for this petty
world to handle.
This world was never really ready
for all that I’ve ever been.