Aint No Love in the Heart of the City

I've decided to be truthful and righteous in my endeavors. Amongst being completely honest I've come across the fact that everyone can't handle the truth. I am what I am- Popeye couldn't have said it any better. I am the person I am thru my decision to be. My mentality, spirituality, and emotions are my own. I can accept this reality, if you cannot- so be it.

But when you look me in the eyes and expect me to "sugar coat" the actuality of how I feel or what I think about you I don't live up to your standards. You want me to express appreciation towards an act that has devalued my morals. You ask for my assistance in a crime that makes me the victim. You beg for the recognition of cheap things knowing I am of greater stature.
I am honest. I will not lie about my perspective. You ask- I speak truth from my heart. And yet, you find a way to twist my "realness" into vines of bullets stemming directly into your fears.
Weakness. You fight for weakness, for the fact that you cannot process the reality behind my words. You cannot stand tall after I've spoken my mind. I guess you can't handle all that I have to say. I realize this and try my best to equal out our differences.
I had love for what we were- for what we could have been. In the mist of hell I daydreamed about the life you and I would live. Love and abuse cannot coexist. I abused your need for space and you abused my idea of trust. What began as difference quickly turned into anger/ bitterness/ and all the likes.
I'm trying to be a woman of my word. So that what I say can be trusted and completely understood. I guess all I really wanted was for us to relate to each other- not to fuss. Not to stress. It is no one's fault for what has been. And I have no regrets, but I write this for the simple fact that I feel the need to seal loose relationships in my life with love, appreciation, and understanding.