You thought you
would break me,
amend me,
and be needed
by me.
You thought I would beg.
Mumble up offerings
of adoration
with shaking hands.
I thought I would
die, on your floor.
I could not breathe in
anymore.
I thought you would
show mercy, or some
semblance of
kindness.
Or at least remorse.
Neither of us
got what we wanted,
did we?
Very emotional, and boy can I identify with this…
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I’m sorry… no one should be able identify with this… and it saddens me that so many do. You are clearly a strong woman.
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Thank you, it’s all in the past now but occasionally you read something, like your beautiful words just now, and it all comes back – but it’s in the past đŸ™‚
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It is. We are stained. But not broken. *hugs* Thanks for reading.
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damn good, great read at a 3 a.m Spanish time that is , real good one
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Thank you charly !!!
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was my pleasure
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Wow. There’s something to be said for not giving what some people want. And in some situations there’s nothing at all narcissistic in insisting on me first.
Sometimes I think poetry is the best therapy. Maybe I’m biased because I just posted a piece describing being held to the floor, unable to breath. But I think there is something healing and helping in turning the worst into words and giving them away.
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Amazing piece. So visual. Loved it
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Appreciated, thank you.
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