Broken

Broken

She sat in her girlfriends arms thankful for her warm embrace.
“Don't cry baby girl” she said “wipe those tears from your face”.

“But it's over we are finished and I know that I have failed”.
“Sis it was not you in the wrong and in time you will prevail”.

“But I gave him an out” she said “I asked him time and time again”.
“He assured me that I was the only one and much more than a friend”.

“Sis you are beautiful, intelligent, submissive and kind”.
“You will one day find the one who wants not just your body but also your mind”.

She was in tears again, choked up and now unable to speak.
It had been days since she had slept or had a decent bite to eat.

She hid herself from friends and shut her self away.
She didn't care about tomorrow or if she saw another day.

Her heart was broken into pieces that were shattered to the floor.
But deep down inside she still wished he would just walk through the door.

She knew she deserved better, she knew what she had to give.
But in his manipulation he convinced her she needed him to live.

In her friend's embrace she was gathering the strength to leave.
Looking deep within her self to let go of that despair and grieve.

As she looked at herself she saw only shame.
Why she wondered must so many play these games.

The submissive heart is fragile and not meant to be a toy.
She lived for his excitement and she thought she brought him joy.

She thinks back to when she realized that she was not his only one.
She remembers first feeling foolish, stupid and yes even dumb.

Now she sat alone and unable to face herself or even face her friend.
If only she knew that she would be ok...her journey is not over nor is it the end!

 Bedankt, pride voor dit gedicht!