World's Most

I've had to become the world's most cold hearted bitch

Evey morning I wake up to the sound of your weeping

Every morning I have to not hear

For if I hear, surely I would comfort and that can't be my job right now

I've had to become the world's least trusting wife

Even when I can not help but hear your cries

I am not afforded the luxury of belief

For if I believe, surely I would console but what if that's your plan

This isn't the woman I want to be

This is the woman I must be

How long did I play your mother

Your maid

Your fool 

Your... Oh don't make me say it...

Traded identity, traded years for empty husks of love in those old movies that you never would watch with me

Sacrificed myself on the altar of being what I never saw and thought should have been

You never even asked me to

You only ever smiled on the display

One note of the offeratory and your pleasure was clear

I did it to us and you allowed it

And then it was expected

Then I was expected

Regardless

So now I've had to become the world's most cold hearted bitch

She protects me from the fool inside that is begging to be allowed to dry your tears and make everything worse