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Hollow
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.
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.
Published 1st Feb 2024
| Edited 26th Mar 2024
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Anonymous
1st Feb 2024 4:34am
This is incredibly sad to read. To go through all that can really play a game with your head. Having it behind you is a chance to renew and start over knowing you're worth a hell of a lot more than you've been treated in the past.
May your future be so bright, you gotta wear shades. :)
May your future be so bright, you gotta wear shades. :)
1st Feb 2024 2:13pm
Hugs for you, Fallen Angel!
Do your best not to let this harden your heart. You have so much to give, and there is someone for you who will not abuse that gift.
Do your best not to let this harden your heart. You have so much to give, and there is someone for you who will not abuse that gift.
