fbpx

Thanks, Babe

For freeing my heart, now I can breathe; Escaped your hell, don’t ever pray for me.

For late night texts, dancing in the streets;
Staying home from work, playing in the sheets.
Holding me when I cried, wiping tears from my eyes;
For loving my heart, being there when she died.
Thanks, Babe.

Leaving work late, “hey babe,
can you wait?”
A long day turned to a long night.
Red flags flying in my face, 
As you scream and cry.
Thanks, Babe.

For late night fights, screaming in the streets;
Never doing the work, playing with my feelings.
Holding me hostage, demanding all of my time;
For loving my hurt, thriving when I died.
Thanks, Babe.

Leaving work in the cold, “hey you,
where’d you go?”
A long night turned to the last fight.
Tears running down my face,
As I give you one last ride.
Thanks, Babe.

For freeing my heart, now I can breathe;
Escaped your hell, don’t ever pray for me.
Held me back from myself, now I can see the light;
For leaving me alone, living for this high.
Thanks, Babe.


Did you enjoy this story? Subscribe to our weekly newsletter to find out when new stories are published.

Learn how to join our Writers Cohort here.

Want to continue building community? Download our iOS app.

Join Us

My Umbrella Writers Cohort

Related Posts

Stop 6: D.C.

I think this trip was a bit more of a catharsis than an exploration. It was important for me to shed the skin of my past and make new memories in this place.