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This isn't what I ordered

P for Pig

By Lilly DaughtersPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
This isn't what I ordered
Photo by Artem Labunsky on Unsplash

Your insults so heavy, I cannot breathe

I showed you my fire; your jealousy seethed

I gulp at the slight scent of sweetness

Just to be fooled once again by libidinous

You distort my reality, soaked in toxicity

No exit, no freedom, no future can I see

I need your permission for the hands of my watch

Their movement through time, tick tock

Days pass by, and the joy is long gone

I wish I had known it was a con

My memory falters, as you’ve told me before

Perhaps non-existent, If I only knew more

The shame and guilt burrow

leaving carnage in their wake

I hold on to the moments of joy I thought we had

You blanket your insults

under false truth

Tell me it's honesty

But it feels like a noose

sad poetry

About the Creator

Lilly Daughters

Lilly Daughters writes poetry about traumatic events and short stories changing the narrative of trauma to heal the pain suffered by carrying the stories of so many others.


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