i wanted to give you everything ,
and ended up giving you myself
instead —
and i
called it giving myself up the only way i knew how ..
with
little wounds you can’t even sew shut,
but
id say you didn’t even try.
.
words can mean so much,
and still you zipped your lips tight —
and decided ,,
that love is simply ***.
you forget me, equating me to some image of
me,
a dead body —
and
leave me to burn , like when i cried all
those
little rivers
that you did not even see ...
guess you’ll just have to be locked up,
with the rest of them
wondering why —
like most people do,
why is she so angry?
still,
your punishment
will be torture,
and finally you’ll know —
just what i went through ,
for you
.
most people would call this good acting but i just think it’s womanhood. Not my best work but I’m trying
