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rushii
Poems
Sep 10
A martyr, a doormat or a child deprived of love?
Raised in shadows where affection is a ghost,
Made me seek love in every person, no matter the cost.
He whispers sweetly, "I like you. I want to keep you near.”
I always believe they actually care.
Give everything; let my love overflow.
Refuse to give less; let my devotion show.
Fill up all their void, every empty space.
Desperate for something I could call "my place."
With my lips closed, I'll nod in quiet.
Only open it wide when you want; I’ll be polite.
all alone, I'll wait in your bedroom,
Though tonight I know you won't come home.
They break my heart, a same old play,
And they always leave, like hurting me is okay.
But I crawl back; my knees are bruised and sore.
Repeat the cycle until I’m nothing more.
I've learned to align my fragmented heart,
Master a couple personas to play my part.
I will wear a mask to your pleasure.
Fool myself; I am someone you treasure.
To my best friend, Daryl.
Hope you find the love that’s real.
#love
#doormat
#trauma
#martyr
Written by
rushii
26/F/Japan
(26/F/Japan)
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