Monday, December 2, 2013

Taken

In my house, in my home, the one place where I chose to call my safe haven, where I go to peel back the layers of my "center stage" face... In my home... Is where you chose to rob me of my right to say no, rob me of my womenhood... At home, with the same sheets I used to comfort me, you decided to hold my legs open and force your dick in my pussy, I bit you, I screamed for you to stop...you didn't get it then? I cried, kicked, punched, I begged you to stop... You didn't get it then? How many ways can someone say NO?  Shattered, broken, hurt, scared, is he gonna kill me after?? Maybe I deserve this, it hurts, I'm numb, maybe if i imagine it's someone else, I can cope, open my eyes and it's still a perfect stranger fucking me...I'm changing. You took my "NO"away from me in all of its forms. My strength, my power, laid there with my body, as I stopped fighting... You. I lost. You got what you came for, not sex, but power. You took mine and gained... Did no one hear me scream? I say I don't remember because I don't but these dreams are clear as day... You forced yourself into my house as I unlocked the door... You punched me in my back, put your hands over my mouth and told me to shut up, and take it. You stink. No soul in your eyes... Locked under your weight.... I lose... Surrounded by the very things that once comforted me, you robbed me of my womanhood. You just took it... No amount of jail time can give it back....
I should have took a different route home... 
I think I noticed him follow me in...
What did I do to make him feel like I wanted him??
I want my power back... "Hypersexual activity is common after" She said. I don't want no one touching me... Can't sleep in this house without seeing what you left behind. Maybe if I smile more, pretend to be normal, maybe it will become real... Just gotta make sure i unlock the door to my house, looking over my shoulder.

Monday, March 18, 2013

BreakDown


I've reached it!!!!! my breaking point, my climax...

What was it? my mind cant help but wonder. What was it about me that wasn't enough? what? was it my pussy? was it not tight enough? No, that cant be right....judging by the intensity of your nut. you had nut all over the walls, sheets and my hair... i doubt it was that, my pussy hugged your dick so tight it border line suffocated it...it wasn't my pussy.
So what could it have been? hmm? did i gain to much weight after the birth of our twins?
the birth that took place in your absence because your mental dick was preoccupied with the gyrating of some bitches ass at the club.
I needed you, We needed you!!!! but clearly, matters of the penis took precedence over the birth of your first born(s)

In a constant lachrymosel state, its evidence flowing down my cheek in hopes of releasing me from this emotional captivity.
heart bounded, desperate, begging to escape this emotional imprisonment in which you confined me to. this prison filled with lies, deceit, manipulation; had me thinking everything was good. people warned me about you, but you blinded me with love so all i could do was love you, until i saw me in her, the way she loved you, kissed you, looked at you, she was there for you the way, only I thought i could be there for you. Kneeling humbly at your feet as though you were her god she looks pathetic, and I saw my reflection in her eyes.

Enraged, i was ready to beat her face into the concrete floor and scatter her teeth about the curb on your driveway, but i saw too much of my flaws in her eyes and i couldn't do it. absent giving birth to your children, we suffer the same infliction. she too is a prisoner here and i hate her for it, but I'm grateful for her presence because it was the beginning of an eye opening journey.

when a women loves, she loves hard, she will go to the ends of the earth for a man, this is something you knew, so you robbed me of my choice to love you by pretending to be the man I looked for. that was one of your many tricks right? meet girl, and figure out what the ex did wrong, and BE the solution. well the jig is up. six years later, I'm still here, with nothing to show for it but my kids and a battered heart, but i cant give you all the credit... I should have known better, I could have prevented this by walking away, God knows he gave me so many chances to do it but i stayed, like a fucking idiot.... hopelessly in love with the hope of being a beautiful family that feared God, and loved each other to no end.