To my friend

The Perfect Stranger



I was the one who walked on tough grounds knowing that I needed no one in this world to make me happy.
I was the one who stood alone from the time I woke up to the time I fell asleep.
I was the one who ate at restaurants alone and walked myself home afterwards.
I was the one who could go to a party and be able to have a ball dancing alone.
I was the one approached by a stranger who spit his game.
I was the one who responded to his phone calls, his text messages, and even his aim
I was the one who opened the door for him at night when I heard the silent knock during creeping hours.
I was the one who opened my legs, opened my mouth, and opened my heart.
I was the one who believed this was legit and that this was real.
I was the one who believed that at one point this stranger was no longer a stranger but someone I knew but yet he was still a stranger because there were things that I just didn’t know.
Now you tell me what I should say to this stranger?
Who are you to tell me that you don’t love me?
Who are you to say that you don’t care?
Who are to make me feel less than what I am worth?
Who are to make me cry?
Who are you to make me lose half of my original size?
Who are you to disrespect me with another girl in your territory that I once thought was ours?
Who are you to make me feel pain?
Who are you to make me want to end my life?
Who are you to say that I am next to shit?
Who are to say that I can’t bear your child?
Who are to say that we can’t be together no more or that we were never together at all?
It’s ashamed because I know who this stranger is,
He is the stranger I call a man, my man.
He is the stranger that I say I’m in love with.
He is the stranger that separated me from my friends.
He is the stranger I think I can’t live without,
And one day I can open my eyes to realize that really and truly he is the devil that god faced before me to teach me a life lesson.