I use to love coloring the playroom maroon, fire
copper, rust, wine, burgundy, scarlet, your harlot….
I was open, and you fed me with a spoon, tasted myself,
never learned my lesson….
I became absent, distracted…i was always the sensitive
one, nothing special about me…
I liked being hidden, but you brought out
another side in me….
I could never follow through in life…ready
to give up, sip the cup…..
No one could teach me, i had to learn by
myself…so i looked in the mirror
In this life i was never really suppose to
enjoy pleasure, even when you were deep
inside me, or when your mouth was soaking
up my pussy, and i finally gave in….it was never
I thought pain would piece me together, and i pretended
it would, smiles that dazzled, kisses that saved me from
Laying in silence as breathing seemed tortured, demeaning,
while you slept, and i wept..this would be the last night….
I was too twisted to ever be loved and no one would
ever understand my laughs, or i could just be high
No sir, and so now, you will be apart of the playroom
forever…in bits and pieces……
*IMAGE TAKE FROM PINTEREST*