Warm body

AAA

my eyes were swollen from the crying I had been doing all those late nights when I ignored his calls. my knuckles were kissed with bruises from the beatings i  had exposed my wall to. my soul weep from the screams from my lover. Manipulated with lust and the desire to be loved by a warm body I fell into a trap.  Warm body, that's all I was. He only saw me for my body and my potential to be shown off like a reward for beauty. he might of only hit me once or twice but it was the words and the blame and the way he  made me feel powerless that rusted the relationship.

  • Author: Author AAA (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2017 22:55
  • Category: Love
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  • malubotelho

    Very sincere the way you put it. Sometimes I wonder if ugly people are more loved than the beautiful ones.

    • AAA

      Thank you so much, I agree! I believe where i go wrong with my love life is I always want to fix problems make someone's life easier but i am slowly understanding you can't be someone's only source of pleasure. either you get my pity or my love it's hard to balance both without it becoming overwhelming



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