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Castoff
My apologies if I ruined your angelic notion,
Whatever was your twisted version of perfection,
Rattled your feelings with disgusted commotion....
because of a fantasy exposed,
erotica with non fictional pose
It's clear the interest has faded,
the high from the newness has deflated
The feelings are no longer elated
and perhaps since I've shared to much,
I've been labeled damaged and tainted
I can't say I wasn't warned,
Therefore I can not act as a woman scorned,
But I am still a woman born,
and my feelings come in the shape of human woman form
It sucks I truly liked you....vibed with you..wished for and desired you
Very strongly too
I was unexpectedly hit by a train of emotions,
Hardened walls crashing down with desired notions
of dreams and yearning
Genuinely wish I could share moments with such a beautiful human being
Contemplations on why I even reached out in the first place,
Putting in motion me serving myself on a silver plate
Only to go ignored, deleted, or erased
Perhaps stored in a secret hidden file for rainy, lonely or bored days...
I did it to myself
I was warned
I'm damaged goods and a woman scorned,
So why would someone of such caliber really be intrigued by "me"
I was more beauty when I was simply poetry
Put a face and name and now I'm just an open book,
Only ready at convenient times in a private reading nook,
Left with a folded page or book mark to save your place
Picking up where you left me off in a dreamy daze,
guiding me along your sexual maze
Leaving me with night sweats and sensual craze
Now I've exposed myself in too many ways
and been labeled a sweet secret covered in temporary glaze
I knew it was too good to have a taste,
knew poetic souls were more of a dangerous place
Play ground to phase
Excitement to fade
I've been mind fucked one to many ways
But I refuse to feel when the feelings are not the same
So stepping back is the only option in the game
Because I already went to extreme from tame,
Gave myself a bad name
When all I was hoping for was to occupy your mind space
Leave it to me to find a line of heartbreak where I went looking for healing grace
Just break all my mirrors because my reflection I don't want to face
Yet again not looked at for beauty or brains, no interest in my life or how I live my days.....
Just another notch to someone's belt of day dreams
Just a castoff castaway
Published 6th Dec 2016
| Edited 7th Dec 2016
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7th Dec 2016 8:28am
Sounds as though someone turned you a cold shoulder, the way you described it gave me freezer burns.
It was quite bleak and descriptive. Well written.
~anonshadow😏
It was quite bleak and descriptive. Well written.
~anonshadow😏
