My condolences to anyone who has ever lost me, and to anyone who got lost in me or to anyone who ever took a loss with me, my apologies for the misunderstanding or the lack there of
I'm sorry you missed the god in me and I'm sorry you missed the light,
I'm sorry you forgot the way I arose like the moon night after night with the burden to forgive, eager to feed you, everything
See, I'm a holy woman
I know what it's like to give life to a being without ever needing to press skin against one another
I've practiced how to hold my tongue long enough
I'm afraid I forgot to say goodbye
I'm afraid you're under the impression that I was made to please you
I was under the impression you understood me better
The truth is, I'm a superwoman, and some days I'm an angry woman
and some days I'm a crazy woman
for still waiting, for still loving harder even if I'm aching
for still trusting that I'm still worth the most
for still searching, for someone to understand me better
(Understand me better)