Frozen
The fear trickles in like an ever present leak
Annoying and unyielding
Drip drop
drip drop
Tears stain my cheeks in the unpleasant way crying makes you look
Snotty and ratty, a child with flushed cheeks
Sniffling and alone in a dark room with no thoughts of light
Will my heart break again?
Most likely
Hearts are always prepared to break
although I think this time will be the last
My heart already holds so many scars
Everyone wants something
But only one thing seems to repeat above all else
How do I hold my head high and walk ahead?
When they pull me back down expecting me to give in
Willingly?
I don't think so
I refuse to become prey to their predator like stares
Their sweet words that hold no meaning
But a hidden meaning
A darkness one can only run from for so long
But will I give in?
Will his words be different?
Or will he wait like I feel I deserve
I'm scared that he won't
I'm fearful of the time where he will leave me
Just like the others
All because I wanted to wait
Aren't I special enough to wait though
To give myself fully to my husband
Isn't that fair?
For him to know no other man has seen me like this
That I am completely and utterly his
Most don't see it that way
I'm just prudish, a tease
If a man sleeps with many he has conquered
But a girl is just another whore
There's never a middle ground
we save it
We're a bitchy prude
We give it away we're whores
But I'm neither
I save it because I made a promise
A promise that no man will treat me the way I was treated in the past
It's the one thing I know has no scars yet
The only pure thing I can give my husband
So I sit here with tears as I look at the request
From the person I thought might be the one
He asked me for the one thing I can't give because he just can't wait
He doesn't want me he wants what I can give
Except it's not his
I will decide who gets to have it
Because I never chose my other scars
And I won't add this one to the list
But as I sit here broken at the words on a screen
I know it's just one more wound to sew shut
A new scar
But for right now
I am frozen
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Poetry Collection
PoetryCollection of my poetry works. They're not all good, but I'm looking forward to growing more as a writer.