You scooped my insides out and left me as empty as a hollow pin pricked egg; left with nothing but half baked sorry ass text message apologies, and crying so hard at night I could not breathe.
I don't know why I always fall for men like you, perhaps it is something that I am missing within myself, that maybe I think that they must have; but never do.
I have been picked apart by so many people, my bones used as toothpicks and my heart as an ashtray; that I have somehow forgotten what being enough for someone felt like in the first place.
You told me you had feelings for me, and kissed me so softly that I didn't even feel you slicing though my chest and into my rib cage, and when you slipped your fingers inside me I didn't feel you picking my lungs apart, either. And when you kissed me, and became a part of me, I didn't feel you slowly peeling me apart, piece by piece.
I wonder if this is what it is, to be a woman; to be something for a man to pick apart, take what he likes, and discard what he does not.
If being a woman is just simply to Endure.
Written by Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
Published | Edited 26th Mar 2024
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