This isn't what I ordered
P for Pig
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
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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