Have I done it again?
You uplifted me, caressed me, visually undressed me and allowed yourself to rest beside me.
My heart refuses to believe you hurt me and my mind wrecks and bleeds over our memories.
After the things I vocally shared with you privately.. almost comically, you went and betrayed me.
Why does loving again after being broken feel like I'm paying for the worst sin? God... I really don't want this season to end.
To be so young why am I tired of men? At this point I have more than everything to lose, especially my dignity.
I've rebuilt this empire, from dust to a palace of trust.
I allowed you to step foot into my soul, and parade as some king, yet you degraded me, trying to make me less of a queen.
Everything is everything...
- Donna
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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.