She said......
I just wish for
an hour you
could feel the
strain of walking
in broken shoes..
With words I can't
express my hate for
these unwritten rules.
Just to prove my
love I have to dirty
my knees or my
legs must divide
with intention on
fulfilling his needs..
respect is all I ask
an answer I've never
received and he continue
to play these games he
knows I hate it in my
weave......
We both laughed....
right before the pain
stained her face... Hatred
for life trails which I attempted
to wipe away... She said
" don't..... my only relief
is to let it stream I just wish
the flavors were reversed
he would hate this dreadful
taste
When I express myself
it seems it only creates
space, shutting the door
on my feelings only reveals
the same fate......
As I reply with silence
he claims I'm inviting
him to a chase, one in
which he won't accept
so he walks the other
way
"Stop crying "
" don't ! " she pushes
my hand away...
Our eyes now
entwined she asks
after a sigh " I just
need a ear is that okay"?
I quickly nodd my
head then start to
develope this awkward
taste and a couple
thoughts later her
pain is witnessed on
my face.......
................ ...........
" you o.......
muzzled out what
she was about to say
with my concerns on
the fact that I've made women
feel this way....
It's a shame it took
your pain for me
to see what I've
inspired.... I borrowed
your heart for a second
and these tears were
immediately hired, I
applaud your courage
a greater vision you've
inspired so I thank you
for this light yesterdays
bright is now retired
and I apologize
this was supposed
to be about you...
She said " shhh, I've never
seen you cry this is cute,
and this stress was eating
me so no I thank you, she
gentley wiped the pain away
smiled and said " how you like them
broken shoes?
Walked her way
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