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my poem:
He loves you
Anyone with eyes could see
Everything I’ll never be
Soft and sweet
Dreaming about pregnancy
Opening doors before you speak
Crawling babies, you’ll never be alone
Scribbles on the walls
A secure place to sleep
A nest he built for me
Furry arms to doze the day away
All the things a girl like me could wish for
Burden to what’s in between my knees
Perfect for a hall pass or midnight vacation
A cheating scheme
Who you visit only after she goes to sleep
John pays for this to be discreet
Daddy pleads for a discount
Promising you’re all he needs
Yet if it weren’t for what’s underneath my skirt
He wouldn’t blow up my phone
Delivering roses and sweets
Requesting pictures and videos of me
I’m a vision, a muse, a watercolor painting
One tiny man could buy but never keep
Grab her by the hips
And rob her delicacy
Innocence belongs to the naive
I’m all out of trust
Love was too expensive
Only left me falling to my knees
The tears roll and frowns cement
The boys I choose promise one thing
To cherish me while leaving me bleeding
A stream on my cheek
He cradles my manicured face with an open fist
Tells me I have to beg for more
Soaks my bedsheets and breaks my bed frame
I guess I like it
My mind’s empty and legs weak
I asked for this pain
Block your number as I lock the gate
The checks cleared and lipstick smeared
If loves so cheap, why am I still here picking weeds?
The Blaze Behind the Door
A Keystroke made, a memory created.
Beyond the pixels a connection is born,
Kindled between two, but not fully reciprocated.
Time's arrow marches forward, and a spark is ignited,
A passion beyond anything felt before.
If only I could have seen the fire,
The blaze behind the door.
Memories of happiness flood the open room,
thrashing, crashing without care or direction.
empty promises made to bring the calm to the raging waves.
promises of hope, of peace and affection.
The waves grow louder, harsher and cold,
As scars are made, and composures fold.
The fire burns brighter, being forgotten and ignored,
The raging ember, the blaze behind the door.
Wood crackles and withers, as the door collapses,
Screams echoed, pleasant memories burn to steam
the pressure building, the fire too hot, I can't take this anymore
I stand there idle. My heart wailing "Where did I go wrong".
The ashen doorway taunts me, as I walk into the flame,
If only I'd put out the fire. The blaze behind the door