My Love

I have been broken and bruised, but never by my own hands.
This heart, torn by the actions of a boy tortured by his own insecurities,
unable to deal with his lack of manhood.

I have paid a great price, by women who are willing to accept less
Naive with their bodies, their emotions, their self-worth
Willing to sell a piece of their soul for the touch of a boy
still playing tag with people’s heart

I have walked in their shoes miles upon miles
Following tormented beings to no men – land
Where the footsteps of countless lost lovers
Have left a worn path walked in search for the one

I saw myself in these women, but my face no longer belongs in that crowd
I will no longer wear the skin that was kissed a million times
Only to bear the scars of his inadequate existence
My beauty will no longer be defined by him, by the words he whispered in my ear
With misconstrued and hidden motives

I was not meant to be bounded by the chains created
From every other girls longing to be needed and loved
I will never let this body be held by men
who’s hands are heavy with the stolen integrity of other women

I was meant to fly, beyond your selfish grip
Beyond your false reality painted to keep me caged
My existence was not meant to fill in the gaps of yours

You have taken every bit of me when you slept with her
Defaced that what was pure, my love.
You entangled my scent with hers,
Your body tattooed with the dirty little deeds
Your essence becoming drenched with all that is evil in this world

You could not have loved me like you insisted
You brought home the enemy into my world, my life, my bed
I should have known, I should have felt,
The deceit seeping through those seductive lips
The same ones that have left their invisible marks
Of infidelity on every crevice of my body

My soul deserves to be united with a man
Who’s dark world is not enveloped
By the delusions that he is too great
To love me respectfully and unconditionally

I found myself, in the journey of losing you.
Unburden my shoulders by the weight of your heartless body
Pinning me to a world I just did not belong to
Unwilling to fit the mould of insecure women
Who have lost themselves in the search of you

These bruises will heal, my love.
The torn pieces of this heart will bind once again
by the love I embrace myself with
Strengthen by the sound foundation of who I am
I was meant for more my love,
but you had already known that
And now, so do I.