Plotting
a man so weak he uses a pill to take what isn't his
Rotting flowers fill my void
I feel showers
Coming from my effervescent eyes
Telling myself lies
I wanted it
I shouldn’t have drank that much
Shouldn’t have been such a slut
Cowardice hiding behind one tiny pill
That would break me ever so theatrical
White powder, champagne showers
Never seemed so bleak
Never thought I would be so weak
Couldn’t say his name
Didn’t look him in the face
If I did I would’ve bludgeoned his head in
For leaving no trace
My memory has forgotten
But my body remembers
25 years of trying to get by
Took one night for everything to shatter
Come now stop being so dramatic
You were drunk, you probably were asking for it
He put me in his car, told me he didn’t live far
Promised me a buzz
All I could see was fuzz
Pulled up my dress I picked out that day
Who knew such a prick would rain on my parade?
He took what wasn’t his
He claimed my body as land
It makes me sick to think of his plan
Diabolical at most, innocent at least
I spent months in agony could barely sleep
He went on partying every week
Bar star to the max, evil to the T
Drink this he said; Happy Birthday to me. .
LRV
About the Creator
Taylor McCann
I am a dark divine fembot here to take over the planet. To end all of corruption, to heal the broken and tend to the wounds of the less fortunate. I am who I am, there are shadows in the clear. I know my destiny is near, I hear it now..
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Comments (1)
Wow. These are very strong words and painful to read. I'm so sorry you went through that if this was your story. You did a great job weaving emotion into your words.