Murderer
I kissed the lips of my murderer as we make love after the homicide.
Forgiving feels like a sin.
Investigators entering the brutal murder scene stating she clearly let him in
She knew him...
Well she thought she did
Good with syllables, laughter, praise and kids.
She wished upon stars of the gods who served the all mighty,
Please let me have him
I thought my expectations would grow old and die waiting for a man like him,
Now he's here.
I've been more than patient ,
Tears and regrets now lessons
Listening to different symphonies with violins,
Prioritizing myself got multiple bulletins,
Working so hard I deserve a man to understand my within,
It's time.
Now I look at him wishing this was a dream maybe it's all a lie,
God wouldn't bless with a man full of credentials to perform such a crime,
I despise the devil for its disguise I called beautiful
Picking up crumbs of my heart with every step looking pitiful,
As I lay on this hospital bed under critical
I try to understand how did I get here.
I forgot,
Patience babygirl,
Don't rush into love,
It takes time for perfection
Love don't come easy like buying the perfect glove,
Now this feels like unknown rape accepting the shove.
So blinded I never said no, when I knew my consent meant the most,
My own show with a different host
It's my station but I have no post
Imagination controlled my boat,
No captain just ghost
And I don't know anyone
Just lost souls.
Sad to say I joined the crew.
Now I lay in the bed of my own blood asking who hurt me the most,
You or me ?
Murda
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PoetryLiteracy is known as a source of expression. Transforming our inner thoughts using terms and creative forms of expressions putting into a short or long story. This is my form expression, welcome to my life.
