My mother used to tell

Thu, 05/08/2014 - 15:47 -- ojay96

My mother used to tell me

That she’d approve of

Whichever boy I chose-

As long as he made me happy.

And on days like this

His voice, his arms, his love,

His existence are the only things

That are helping me to breathe.

Yet she tells me that

He only wants my body.

That his love for me does not

Go anywhere beneath

My surface.

That my breasts and ass

Are what mainly attracts him.

That me making love

To the only boy I could ever

Imagine loving,

Is the only reason he stays.

I want to scream at her

Until my lungs give out.

This beautiful boy

That puts life into me

Could not be faking his love.

But that little bit of me

That thinks she might be right

Is what keeps my mouth shut,

And puts a lump in my throat

Of all the words left unsaid.

Because if she is right

Who will I go to

When it’s all over?

Who will pick me back up

When he rips the love he gave

Right back out of my

Heart and my veins.

Who will keep me alive

When the boy who gave me life

Walks out on me

For a girl with a better surface

For a girl that has a nicer ass

And bigger breasts?

My body wont handle

The damage he could give me.

I want to believe in him.

But the person who wished

For me to be happy as a child

Convinced me that I can’t.

The person who said that

They would approve of him

As long as I’m happy

Made me believe that

I shouldn’t be happy at all.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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