The devil is a boy
pretending to be a man,
who makes you feel
like you deserved
the unwanted advances.
And convinces you
that black and blue bruises
is the art upon your skin,
which he embellished on your thighs,
because you looked so
******* ****,
he couldn’t resist.

And now you
force a laugh and lie
and pretend
that each time
you see his face
you don’t cower away
in fear.
Silently wishing,
always praying
to the God that you don’t believe
loves you anymore.
Praying that this boy,
pretending to be a man
would burn in his flames.

But devils never die.

Even if I did that night.

it's unfair.

the control you have
over my heart
body
mind

you make my heart


skip
  a beat


            then two

just by the thought of you

after soaring so high
for so long,
you’d think the little bird would be relieved
when she gently laid upon ground,
giving her wings the deserved release,
but instead of relief
she was numb.
on the ground, she could see
that the blue skies she thought she loved
were covered in gray clouds.
though she heard the other birds
sing out to her
beckoning her to come and be happy,
she stayed.
let herself be alone.
knowing full well if she flew again too soon
she wouldn’t fly
she would crash onto land.

maybe then she’d feel relieved.

He touched her richly
like king Midas.
Made her feel like
a queen dripping in gold.  

He made her believe
that she was his goddess.
Until her heart was
in his control.

He tossed her aside
after taking her all.
An unkind lover,
who damaged her soul.

He smiled at her sweetly,
as he took and he stole.
a golden king,
with a black heart of coal.

She cried, and she wept,
for this snake on a throne,
Now like Medusa,
her heart is of stone.