The Masochist

Valerie

When I told you I liked to be hurt

I meant consensually.

I did not say

"break my spirits"

I did not say 

"sleep with those girls"

Maybe you misheard me.

Maybe I wasn't clear with my intentions.

I wanted you to be a safe space.

Instead, you became a rotting pothole

of self doubt 

and insecurity.

 

Maybe if I look prettier

in the mirror we're both staring into 

my words will then be enunciated.

Maybe my message will come through. 

But you are still simply staring at a body,

while I am staring at you.

  • Author: V (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2022 22:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: No note to self on this one, written with too much rage and spontaneity.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 14
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  • L. B. Mek

    'I wanted you
    to be a safe space
    instead
    you became a rotting pothole
    of self doubt
    and insecurity.'
    print this on t-shirts, sale them
    and go fund your next holiday! lol
    make them Pay, that way
    revenge is a dish, best served
    with a hardened heart's, cold currency!

    • Valerie

      “Revenge is a dish
      Best served
      With a hardened heart’s
      Cold currency”
      Now THAT needs to be on a t-shirt. Well put, my friend.



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