For how long
Must I jump through your hoops?
Like a pony
But you have broken me
So I am tamed
And no longer that wild heart
you once knew
I won't pretend I love the whip
Because it is bitter
But the pain brings consolation
In knowing that you are the bearer
Of the stinging weapon
Familiar pain
Is bearable
When I love my captor
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Bits and Pieces of a Damaged But Not Broken Mind
PoesíaCompletely raw, unfiltered, real, emotion. At times so raw, it seems inhumane. But, what if, these writings are the essence of every person's core, yet no one can admit it? These writings are all parts of my soul. They are completely subjective, ver...
