My Shape

Its just the shape of my body....

Reaching out to uncomforting arms...
Cant even blame it on your charisma are charm
Did the outer me cancel out the inner me?
The inner me you proclaimed to see
Oh… sure my waist is sizes to big
But I thought it was my person you decided to dig
Why does this flesh play such a big role?
The skinny witch is the one that left the hole
You remember that hole in your soul that made you crave someone like me
Someone that’s kind, true, and faithful like a real woman is supposed to be
I built you up with borrowed bricks
And you gave more to a selfish women full of tricks
Because she fits into the contour of your chest
Still your heart beat said I was the best.
Why could you not see the blessing I was meant to be?
You let me go all because of what my body could not shape itself to be.