Poem -
pain no longer equals pleasure
he will never come back again or stay
for we gave him everything straightawayÂ
when we are plenty of boys trash but never their treasure
our pain then no longer equals pleasureÂ
he manipulated us and now we are wide openÂ
we thought our spread legs could heal his broken
we think we can make him fall in love with us by telling him “i am all yours”
he never treats us to roses but hurts us with thorns
we are so weak that the only way we can get his attentionÂ
is by telling him we are up for anything “no objections”
no questions
no protectionÂ
a quick sessionÂ
for in that moment alone we are in his possession
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 A STORY OF SOME WOMEN GIVING THEIRSELVES UP IN THE NAME OF LOVE, I UNDERSTAND THE FEELINGS OF THIS POEM BECAUSE I ALSO DID THE SAME THING, ONLY I AM A MAN, GIVING ALL OF YOU IN THE BEGINNING NEVER MAKING THEM EARN OR PROVE THEY'RE WORTHY OF A SINCERE LOVE. AT THE SAME TIME WE SET OURSELVES UP THINKING THAT WE ARE HEALING THEM FROM THEIR PAST EXPERIENCES OR SHOWING THEM IT'S STILL HONEST PEOPLE OUT THERE. WONDERFUL POEM... TMOORE