Theyre one in the same for you to adore You promise youll love them until you get bored You call them a ***** until you call them a ***** To tear out their innocence is all you wish for
Your intentions stay true to those who came prior You say your love is forever, but you're only a liar The love you exclaimed was only a ruse Leaving them feeling a melancholy blues
Their intimate gardens you rudely invade You and the rest of your callous brigade You value not the gift they bestow Only the pleasure of your underwhelming fellow Collecting the flowers, sacred in nature Only to leave, becoming a stranger
Growing up it seems like I've seen so many women used for pleasure without care for their well being or emotions by careless men. I tried to capture the emotions and desparation of those women in this poem