Fallen words fell from his tongue
cold as ice yet hot as fire

I could see the steam exploding in his eyes
from pulse rates beating agitating his extremities

it was as if I had thrown hot boiling water into the air
with not so much as a stare his totality penetrated me

you see

I was far from what he'd ever loved
I was far from what he ever saw fit
I was just his.... thing to twist and wring
like wet soiled rags

I wasn't sufficient enough
I didn't cook enough
I wasn't sexual enough
I didn't clean enough

I was as.... tired as the bags worn under my eyes
I was retired before I was even tried

he never got the chance to really ENJOY me
he never got the chance to truly adore me

and within a blink of an eye, he was gone
never to walk upon the steps of my heart again
never to speak those horrorfying intentions with his grin

I never thought I'd see the day when he would truly leave
leaving me broke, torn and stuck with his seeds

Now does my happiness end
or is it time my soulsearching begin?

Do I paint a blank artist cry all over my walls
or should I stroke a life image of me standing tall?

no longer must I take this shyt from a man
no longer do I have be a token in his plan
my escape is clear as open land
and I'mma take that walk like a WOman
for no man ...shall ever hurt me like this
again

Struggling for Balance