Aim To Please

I'm done trying to please you

Changing my tune to the kind 

you like to dance to

I'm a jazz square, with a bit of motown flair

I could never get into the rhythm of your blues

It is a sick and twisted relief... 

Knowing I will never be enough

That my best efforts will not result in love

My servitude won't change the unyielding truth:

"Never loved, only used"

My fruitless search complete, 

I kick up my feet, the pressure in my lungs is released 

And simply, allow myself to be.