You're just like
All those
Who came
Before.
Only needing me
Because you like to keep
Me pretty; & you always
Said, a repeated voice
In my head;
"You're pretty when you cry."
Smeared make up
Mascara; black shaped
Tear drops,
You'd wipe
From the pink
Blushed cheeks
You so loved to
Kiss, oh what such
Appeal;
My weaknesses
Broke me down.
Exploiting me
Was the high
A drug, in the past
Enticed.
Kissing your lips,
I bite;
My mark remained
In the groan of pain.
Pleasure arching,
Your back.
A kiss,
A slap,
Power or glory,
You repeated
The same old
Story.

© Sia Jane