I’m fine,
thank you.
So talk about your demons…
give my your share,
you asked if I loved anyone,
but you wouldn't understand-
trying to love yourself.
Instead you lied about studying psychology
and asked my bra size;
my eyes were as big as that full moon,
when I watched you and him
skinny dip in that pool.
I never would have been able to predict
what would happen next,
He was ****** off and said-
“Don’t have ***
Drove around in your car,
held hostage
the next day
I never had any idea
as to what I should say-
It was MY body,
but not your dichotomy to know
where those parts were
stripped of my soul,
to reveal what hurt-
& you impregnated me with an omen
that visits my sleep every night.
It has your ******* sapphire eyes
and licks its chops.
“You led me on” It says
(defending a child predator)
Next,
harassing me for gas money,
Didn't I give you enough?
your existence is a heavy
debt in my mind
I lost a friend,
my ****** addicted friend.
They detest me
but defended you-
can't help but wonder
if god's the *********
who makes me bleed.
Was the thievery of purity,
enough to succeed in creating imagery?
I speak of how I lost my dignity & sanity.
But-
your toxicity never strains itself from my veins.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
I’m fine,
thank you.
So talk about your demons…
give my your share,
you asked if I loved anyone,
but you wouldn't understand-
trying to love yourself.
Instead you lied about studying psychology
and asked my bra size;
my eyes were as big as that full moon,
when I watched you and him
skinny dip in that pool.
I never would have been able to predict
what would happen next,
He was ****** off and said-
“Don’t have ***
Drove around in your car,
held hostage
the next day
I never had any idea
as to what I should say-
It was MY body,
but not your dichotomy to know
where those parts were
stripped of my soul,
to reveal what hurt-
& you impregnated me with an omen
that visits my sleep every night.
It has your ******* sapphire eyes
and licks its chops.
“You led me on” It says
(defending a child predator)
Next,
harassing me for gas money,
Didn't I give you enough?
your existence is a heavy
debt in my mind
I lost a friend,
my ****** addicted friend.
They detest me
but defended you-
can't help but wonder
if god's the *********
who makes me bleed.
Was the thievery of purity,
enough to succeed in creating imagery?
I speak of how I lost my dignity & sanity.
But-
your toxicity never strains itself from my veins.
I wanna die.
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