Today was our anniversary
It took me 3 and a half hours to come up with the best outfit
My hair and nails was looking its best
He took me out to dinner
5-star restaurant
A table already reserved
Glass cups, wine
Classic time
Then we went to the club
He bought me a couple of drinks
A bit too many
But I didn't drink them all
He got wasted
We went to his house
He once told me that he would stay loyal to me
But as soon as we walked in
He broke his promise
In the end, i walked out of his house with blood and a broken bottle in my hands
My last words to him were
I told you not to touch

on’t fall in love with me
I will write about you
In all tenses
Don’t fall in love with me
Once I touched your heart,
You can never unlearn me
Don’t fall in love with me
Unless you plan on staying with me
Don’t fall in love with me
If you will only walk away
But please do
Fall in love with me
And tell me you love me
Write me long letters
With your sloppy handwriting
Drink coffee with me
Read my favorite books
Just love me

Deplorable: that's her election
as it veers in a ****** direction.
Though some mention Lewinsky,
it's really Alinsky
revealed as her true predilection.

You readers, who visit these pages
are a fan-base that rarely engages.
So until you hit like,
you can all take a hike;
for I'm paid in poetical wages.

I'm sorry that i can't save you from the chaotic life you crave so much
I wish I was as motivating as ******* and money
If i could give you a life free of the struggle you'd be living in luxury
never having to lift a finger
never having to worry about your next dollar
never feel unhappy and empty
but I'm just a friend willing to give up my content for your guilty pleasures
I'd give so much but it seems I already have
And it's yet to be enough to satisfy your taste buds
I wish I as motivating as ******* and money

I was beautiful until the day you told me I was.
The day I believed you and the look in your eyes told me I wasn't.
I was "beautiful" as I undressed myself for your pleasure.
I was "beautiful" when things went your way.
I wasn't beautiful when others would look my way.
I thought I was beautiful up until that day.
I felt beautiful as our flesh became one.
A connection of the soul to me was just your way of having fun.
I thought I was beautiful up until the day you broke my trust.
The day you broke me.
Painted faces couldn't fix the broken girl.
Looking in the mirror and all I could see were bagged eyes and the memory of the girl I used to be.
A broken girl tired of all his lies.
A "beautiful" girl who stayed up all night and cried.
A selfish man who continuously  lied.
Killing the girl he "loved" on the inside.
I used to think I wasn't beautiful
Until the day I left your side.

tell me why
          you wouldn't look me in the eyes
tell me why
          he denied he grabbed me in between my thighs
tell me why
          you wouldn't bother to TRY to tell me that

I COULDNT HAVE ASKED FOR IT AT 12 YEARS OLD.

this is the fear that paralyzes me daily.
this is the fear I have fought to take away.
a fear you will NEVER understand.

and that is why I say: PLEASE do not minimize my pain because
you
have
the
privILEGE
      


                   of not experiencing molestation yourself.

I'm the kind of guy that likes to lay in the grass
and stare at the sky
no matter what time of day it is,

I let my mind wander to far off places,
I think about the things that are the most beautiful to me,
the starry night sky,
a thunderous rain storm,
the eyes of a woman,

These thoughts loom in my mind for hours upon hours,
thoughts of adventure,
thoughts of love, of passion,
I fashion day dreams & fantasies in my imagination,
and I revel in the aesthetic pleasure
of these realities in my mind.