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This is why..
So you want the real story
Once apon a time
I committed a crime
The details all too gory
I speak my secrets when I sleep
Discovered the hard way
This is how he makes me stay
This is why I am in trouble so deep
He made me his wife
So I stay in this hell
To avoid a prison cell
So this is the story of my life
Beneath the tattoos that I wear
You’ll see the many scars
That are not from crashes or cars
But you’ll only know if you really stare
You see he was my best friend
And he pushes me to be violent
I retaliate and stay silent
Unsure how this will end
I torment him with many a sordid love affair
Sex for him is sacred
I just like to get naked
You can’t force me to care
He says I am too hard
I have no heart
He knew this from the start
This is my winning card
No one will ever get me whole
I will always win
Even if I pay using sin
I have no heart no soul
Published 6th Aug 2013
| Edited 10th Aug 2013
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8th Aug 2013 1:45pm
9th Aug 2013 3:41pm
10th Aug 2013 2:34am
No heart n no soul?? Shit that's deeply dark n empty...the ink was good in terms of being interesting to read though
10th Aug 2013 3:37pm
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29th Nov 2015 00:57am
tried to wrap my mind around this
but this wasn't for the mind...
deeply felt although
....no heart,no soul..
or no connection?
,,,
powerful,powerful piece of writing
Feenix
but this wasn't for the mind...
deeply felt although
....no heart,no soul..
or no connection?
,,,
powerful,powerful piece of writing
Feenix
29th Nov 2015 1:06am
Ahhh, feenixflies, luv ~ :-*
You are quite a virtuoso with a wholly unique song. I am, however, unconvinced, not persuaded of her (your?) hardness and heartlessness, certainly not of any lack of soul, luv. :-*
In point of fact, if anything, you have firmly convicted me quite, quite otherwise, ma chérie. A once best friend forces another, through coercion, to marry him; she, who admittedly once committed a quite gory crime, remains within this miserable hell uncertain of how things will end though pushed to be violent by said coercive former best friend, now husband.
She remains silent and here is where things truly become fascinating. Nay. I lie for they've been fascinating throughout, riveting, mesmerizing, luv. :-*
Yet, here is where I find I begin to doubt her (your?) hardheartedness, where, mayhap others may become convinced... And, here is why. I know tis possible, indeed, to torment someone till he or she wishes for death and mayhap that is her design. Yet, she remains uncertain of the outcome...
I do not doubt her torment by him, forced to remain wedded where she would rather not be so constrained, nor do I doubt her "sticking it" to him where she may for she won't be forced into that sort of love for him. But, I wonder, oh, I wonder whether she loves still her errant friend and in some manner conceives of this as a sort of just penance for her gory crime.
Because her friend tricked her, used what was likely a fun one-nighter to her with far more meaning to him, likely discovering her secret that very night, affording him an opportunity he'd long been desiring, he'll never manipulate the outcome he truly desires. HE'S rather soulless for endeavoring to force that from her.
I think she has altogether more heart and soul than he can possibly truly fathom (and he should be intensely grateful for that, luv, shouldn't he?) for, after all, he remains alive, ne c'est pas? He could seek another with whom to genuinely begin anew and set her free.
This poem of yours is incroyable, luv; you explore the myriad mysteries of the human psyche so adroitly and with such adeptitude and sagaciousness. Magnificent, luv! :-*
You are quite a virtuoso with a wholly unique song. I am, however, unconvinced, not persuaded of her (your?) hardness and heartlessness, certainly not of any lack of soul, luv. :-*
In point of fact, if anything, you have firmly convicted me quite, quite otherwise, ma chérie. A once best friend forces another, through coercion, to marry him; she, who admittedly once committed a quite gory crime, remains within this miserable hell uncertain of how things will end though pushed to be violent by said coercive former best friend, now husband.
She remains silent and here is where things truly become fascinating. Nay. I lie for they've been fascinating throughout, riveting, mesmerizing, luv. :-*
Yet, here is where I find I begin to doubt her (your?) hardheartedness, where, mayhap others may become convinced... And, here is why. I know tis possible, indeed, to torment someone till he or she wishes for death and mayhap that is her design. Yet, she remains uncertain of the outcome...
I do not doubt her torment by him, forced to remain wedded where she would rather not be so constrained, nor do I doubt her "sticking it" to him where she may for she won't be forced into that sort of love for him. But, I wonder, oh, I wonder whether she loves still her errant friend and in some manner conceives of this as a sort of just penance for her gory crime.
Because her friend tricked her, used what was likely a fun one-nighter to her with far more meaning to him, likely discovering her secret that very night, affording him an opportunity he'd long been desiring, he'll never manipulate the outcome he truly desires. HE'S rather soulless for endeavoring to force that from her.
I think she has altogether more heart and soul than he can possibly truly fathom (and he should be intensely grateful for that, luv, shouldn't he?) for, after all, he remains alive, ne c'est pas? He could seek another with whom to genuinely begin anew and set her free.
This poem of yours is incroyable, luv; you explore the myriad mysteries of the human psyche so adroitly and with such adeptitude and sagaciousness. Magnificent, luv! :-*
14th Mar 2016 8:52pm
so loved how this got you thinking..here's an insight..perhaps she just likes choice and not coercion or having her hand forced, perhaps she just tells tall tales? lol surprised you found this piece and perhaps it just sits at the back of mind in the area called avoidance:)
