The way you treated me with cold words and cruel punishment has addicted me to a life which feels incomplete without drama. You flooded my world with silvery promises of love and affection only to strangle my hopes with my own visions of fantasy and grandeur which were never delivered. I shed tears for your abscence and did nothing but drown in your presence. You had me so twisted, wrapped tightly around your arm, because your little finger wasn't big enough. You then used that arm to yank me back, pull me down, and strike me. You battered me with the same hands you held me with and touched my face . The same hands that held mine when we went out, the same hands that wrote me love poetry and played songs for me on guitar. The soft hands that wiped away children's tears and rubbed away aches and pains. The hands that tickled my ribs and caressed my thighs, fattened my lips, and blackend my eyes. So many chances I gave you to treat me like a human being...so many tears you cried for your acts of indiscretion...soul-less tears, tears that meant nothing to you, but pierced my already tattered heart.
I let you possess me. I let you control me, but I never gave up my entire individuality...so you tried to beat it out of me. I almost let you win. I battle with myself to this day, not to let you win. Not to let you make me feel weak and vulnerable without you. Not to allow my own emotions and feelings for another be tainted by negative thoughts and outcomes and by writing this today... I WIN.
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Created on 6-24-08
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