I wish I had her number so I can call and tell her not to bother
You can tell throughout her whole life she has not had one dependable father.
What she doesn't know eats her from the insides out
Trying to pry love out of him like a dog
Crawling on all fours
Puppy eyes
He has her on a leash
And me?
I sit back and watch
Like a spectator
Not knowing what’s coming next
But she takes that criticism gracefully
Like she don’t know any better
He is her master and she is the submissive
Submitting to his immoral ways
Bowing down to him like a slave
But what she didn’t know
Was that he wasn’t worth it
He had other girls that he thought of more perfect
And her?
She was just a booty call
It’s funny how a man can be what you want him to be
But she wasn’t appalled
She took it
Every stoke became deadly
And the darkness consumed her soul
He used her like a wet rag
And consumed her whole
And Like a snake
He strangled the life from her
Took mini bite of her
When he was all finished
He told her she needed to go home
But little did he know her house was not a home
But a dark pit
She tries to put together her life but the pieces don’t fit
And if you have been doing puzzles as long as I have
It don’t makes sense
I felt bad for her
To the point where I feel a knot in my stomach
Whirling around coiling my intestines
I watch this homicide and felt destine ……to save her soul
She was in knee deep
He had already made love to her mind
Til her body couldn’t do with him
That night I watched as tears filled up to the rim of her eyes
And its true that in a near death experience you see your childhood go by.
What struck me was when she left he didn’t even say bye
The anguish took over her mentally
That makes depression a factor
Ohh my bad anguish is a severe mental or physical suffering
And that’s what he caused
The reason she won’t trust another man
Well that’s his fault.
I wish I had her number so I can call and tell her not to bother
Not to bother with the atrocities of love
Love is an intense feeling of deep affection
And affection is a gentle feeling of fondness or liking
Nor was he fond
And his affection was only sexual
Only to leave her standing there butt naked
Hands shaking and goose bumps for a pack of wolves
He didn’t want to learn her intellectually
And true love wasn’t in his dialect
Instead he wanted to use his propulsive force
And obliterate her body sexually.
You can tell she has not had one dependable father
To tell her right from wrong
Or to sing that no boys til your fourty song
Instead she uses men as her father figure
She doesn’t know any better
She is drowning into his pool of existence and only getting wetter
He said I love you to
But is it love or lust
You erect, get hard and
only nice when you wanna fuck
but she takes it thankful for the fake love you gave
but when it all said and done
She crawls right back into her cave
That cave is where she feels nonexistent
The darkness not only consumes her
But her tears turn to acid
it burns through her flesh leaving her bitter less and passive
Every piercing on her body defines the mark
The mark that every man left on her skin
The way they pierce through her physically and mentally
Leaving nothing but a hole
Its deep and hollow
And all that depression follows
And every puff puff pass represents the way she inhales the insult
She takes it like a champ
Goes in her hole and revamps
And then she is ready for more
You broke got no job can’t even take her to the store
Every time I think of her my heart stops
You walk all over her like you are in a corn field with dead crops.
Those crops they represent her soul
So many people have stepped on it its o longer a whole
But scattered
Pieces are all over and it takes a real man to find them
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