Her flaw, it’s true, she won’t always admit,
When wrong steps are taken, or when she slips a bit.
But she’s been learning, slow and steady,
Ready to change, to grow when she’s ready.
He’s blind to her strength, her fire, her fight,
Blaming her always, claiming it’s his right,
She never once mentioned the flaws that he hid,
The anger, the ego, the things that he did.
Self-respect knocked, she answered at last,
This time she stood tall, no longer her past.
She let him go, though it tore her apart,
Still hoping he’d come with an open heart.
A simple “sorry,” a tender plea,
Could bring back what was meant to be.
But silence fell, no hand reached through,
And she learned none of it was true.
