my mother loved many men who never loved her the same
i witnessed the vile words
the beatings
i witnessed the harsh on an angel
i knew it was wrongwhen i came of age to love one of my own
i did my damndest
poured each layer of my love into three souls
but no matter what
i was treated like a filthy dog covered in ticks and fleas
left to the curb to rot with the parasites that clinged for dear life onto my beingi wanted to try again.
i met a boy.
a sweet
angelic
boy
i had the highest of hopes for our love to thrive
i gave my all
compared to the others
i peeled my heart
my arteries
my poetic devotion
and laid it all in his palm
he had every part of me
each thought and emotion to ever swim through my mindunfortunately,
my devotion
my emotions
my love
messed up
failed
my pure intention has been mistaken for something bitter
a lemon soaked moment
a salty bath spilling into the crevices of our lips every nightfall
we crave relief in the fresh water spring
i crave the relief of forgiveness
the embrace to treasure this love forevermorebut i must hold patience
sadly, i am still that damn dog
i will wait at the door
chasing my tail in intervals begging for a change
begging for my one true love to bring me that treat
forgiveness.
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𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉ℯ,𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇,𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 (𝒶 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓉𝓇𝓎)
PoetryA collection of poetry telling the stories of my life in multiple arrays of symbolisms ♡︎ Trigger Warning: This poetry depicts abuse