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With my whole heart, I gave him my vast love,
In my home, I gave him warmth and safety. But his unseen intentions were crafty, For in his heart, true love was in void of. He had plots that I would not dare to think. He wanted to see me at my limit and was not coy, but very explicit. Things he tried just to push me to my brink. He spited me and my wish to abstain. In my body, he made angry and crude, Then he whispers his unmeant gratitude. Yet, I knew I will never love again. For in that one night I lost all of me. From then on, my soul was lost in black sea.
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Cold Lunches
I eat them everyday Not in the same way You think it to be Not in the cold or breeze But sitting happily Cold Lunches I pack so neatly So that I can munch greedily Loudly and proudly In the middle of my classes Hiding behind my sunglasses Cold Lunches Oh, how delicious One might think fictitious How much I enjoy All this good food It's almost rude Cold Lunches I would never trade My joy may never fade They surely make my day This food I munch My favorite, cold lunch To Him
I am a delicate little bird Not to be pushed Or I might fall Carefully protected by his guard To Him I am as fragile as thin glass Not to be dropped Or I might shattered Safely carried in his embrace To Him I am as sensitive as creaky wood Not to be jumped on Or I might splinter Polished by him regularly To Him I am a gentle warm breeze Not to be ignored Or one might miss it Laying in my comfort To Him I am a soft blanket Not to be tugged Or I might rip Shared only with him But to Me He is the delicate little bird. Fighting against the winds of a stereotype To be a man, To protect at night, To provide at day. But I can see through His chirpings of fake laughs. His songs of forged reassurance. Oh, delicate little bird. I will sing for you. I will house you within my nest. I will swaddle you in my warmth. Oh, delicate little bird. I will protect you. People say the worst thing you can to do a woman
Is break her Heart. That stems from the verse, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" But. No. Some correct it as The worst thing you can to do a person Is break their Heart. Which is still incorrect. They get that from How much it hurts. The ultimate change in perception that it causes. It's devastating, yes. But the worst thing to a person Is violate their body. Any person. Why? "Your body can heal itself," You might say. Sure, but your body is the one thing that you will have For your ENTIRE life. You grow out of clothes. They rip. They throw them away. You buy new shoes. You buy new cars. You buy new homes. The only thing that you carry from birth til death Is your body. Your skin. Your vessel. Yet to be violated by another human being? The only thing that you can really call your own? Has been taken? Have your heart broken a couple of times. And watch how you survive. It may seem like you won't. It may seem like you'll die tomorrow. But many people actually cannot live With being violated. Some people cannot recover. Their souls unable to cope. And they need to find an escape. People should say the worst thing you can to do a person Is violate their body |
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