Worn like a cuff
Scattered blank pages
Inspiration and beauty
In shades of you
Worn like a cuff
Scattered blank pages
Inspiration and beauty
In shades of you
The landscape of her geography
Running from judgment
She sets the world ablaze
Trail of heartache
There are so many of you that make me feel your words so deeply, that I look forward to reading your new writings when you post them.
You challenge my thoughts, inspire my soul, provoke deep emotions, provide comfort, make me smile, and often remind me that whatever I am facing, I am not alone. I truly appreciate your words, your soul baring, raw truths and the way it impacts me and so many others.
Embracing your unapologetic authenticity can be daunting and sharing it to the world, a true strength, I admire. I offer my gratitude to each of you.
Void of any Markings
Painted into Poetry
Jet Black Ink
Share and Release
Finding Her Voice
You are hurting
Let me comfort you
Difficult to do
I am the source of what’s hurting you
Under my spell
Seeping into every part of you
Yearning to hold me
Have me to yourself
Those sharp edges slicing you deep
Killing you silently
Robbing you of sleep
Mind playing tricks on you
Pushing you away
Pulling you back in
The further you fall
Flirting with insanity
It’s not your fault
You couldn’t have known
Dancing with my demons
They put on quite a show
You deserve better
Life in shambles
All because of me
I want so badly to keep you
I won’t though
I set you free
Pain carving into your chest
Paying the price
A curse for eternity
What if I told you
Deep in my soul
Words can’t convey
Tears in my eyes
Longing for your touch
Needing you so much
To share this night
Just a moment
I would give my last breath
To view love reflecting in your eyes
To melt into your caress
Feeling the passion in your embrace
I would sacrifice everything
To stand before you
To see the smile on your face
Soothe my pain
Quench this heartache
You are a part of me
Needing you so deeply
Want shadowed by need
Explained by greed
Calling to me
I was born into a life no child should ever have to experience.
I have never known a Father’s love but instead a Father’s rage, addiction, violence, and being sexually abused.
I was only 2 when he stole a bigger part of me.
I was too young & didn’t understand but was left feeling confused.
I was only 4 when he ripped me apart physically.
Years & years of laughter, love, & joy were not what would be in store for me.
Instead i have faced countless surgeries, unbearable pain and eventually heartbreaking infertility.
Through no fault of my own just another thing he took from me.
The physical scars have distorted my body.
But it’s the emotional wreckage that has continued to haunt me.
I often wonder what that little girl would have grown up to be.
If only she hadn’t been so viciously stolen from me.
She had no time for playtime, fairytales, hopes or dreams.
But instead staying alive & keeping her sanity would be her biggest priority.
You may think she is a survivor & how true that might be
But it certainly doesn’t feel that simple with the daily reminders & horrific memories.
I was only 7 when she abandoned me.
A mother’s love,that I did not see.
Where was my protector & biggest fan.
The person who was suppose to build me up & tell me I can.
Horribly failed me in the short time we had together.
I only wished that she could have loved me better.
What was so wrong with me that my own birth parents could cause so much damage & destruction.
Not stopping to think about how all this would forever affect me.
I continue today living through all the repercussions.
What a tragedy at how my life started off to be.
All because they put addiction, abuse, violence, wants & selfish needs first instead of me.
Years of therapy, doctors & medication could never replace the shattered pieces of my heart, soul & innocence that they have stolen from me.
No justice was served or consequence for them to bare
Although apart they live worry free
No second thought of the damage caused to me
It is my burden to bare, as they live their life vicariously
Wronged yet again through the system, and no justice will ever prevail for me.
The truth never hurts
Their lies disgusting
Unable to rewrite history
Validation arrives on shattered dreams
My truth, written for all eternity
This feeling is uncomfortable
Yet intriguing at the same time
Everything inside me is screaming
Want me for the beautiful disaster that I am
I’m torn between the depths of this exploration
More at peace living just on the surface
Fascination compels me to let go and move forward
I’m just not sure I can
My heart racing
I don’t understand
Am I overthinking it
How would I walk away
This could be my chance
What am I doing
Sucking on the barrel of a loaded gun
I am more accustomed to feeling comfortably numb
This is not who I’ve ever been
How did I get here
Am I really that dumb
I’m just being reckless
Maybe even stupid
I can’t or maybe I don’t want to understand
Never have I surrendered
No one would ever love who I really am
A beautiful angel
A devil within
I’ve be hiding so long
But he makes me feel weak
No one has ever cared
I just needed to be who they thought I am
It’s all exhausting
My emotions are going crazy
I don’t do emotional
Fuck how is this happening
Why not yesterday
I can’t understand
Maybe I’ve said too much
Perhaps I haven’t said enough
Second guessing every word
Why did I open up
Why did I let him in
Will he use it all against me
Or will he be the one that finally understands
Be patient but please see
I’ve never let anyone this close
And the thought of it being gone in an instant is more than I could stand
What is it
Why this man
Why do I crave him so deeply
Drifting between fantasy & reality
His lips on mine
His hands around my waist
He picks me up
There is nothing between us
Not even the sunlight could penetrate through the lack of space
Against the wall
Nothing could break us apart
He thrust himself inside me
All that can be heard is the moaning
Our sweat has intertwined
It’s dripping and slowly tracing my body
The raw passion completely consuming us
His smell makes me want more
I taste him
This is heaven
A secret known only to us
Days turn to night and we are still completely entangled in one another
He devours me completely
Never getting enough
This is the way I want forever to end
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Taylor Grace, Thebrokeninsideofme.com
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The door was heavy,
Dark wood carved with sayers and maidens
Pagan sex and ravens
It creaked an ominous groan as I opened the way
Would she run or would she stay
Boots echoed on the wooden floor
As I past the portal of dark folklore
I never looked back
Gazing ahead at whips on the rack
A smile crept upon my face
This place was mine.. every inch my space
I heard her heels click upon the planks
And silently gave thanks
Now was the test
When she beheld what was in store
Would she run
Or hunger for more
The Andrew’s cross and suspension rings
Belts and crops, such wonderful things
Rope in soft cotton and roughened jute
To bind her like a woman of ill repute
Cuffs and clamps hang on the wall
A padded bench to hold my doll
Now was the time.. I had to turn and see
Finding her eyes.. she was looking at me
In the dim light I took her hand
I could tell she was waiting for my command
You are a beauty in leather and lace
And i can see the need upon your face
Now you have seen what I may employ
To bring you rapture, pain and joy
Now is the time for you to choose
Will you walk out the door or be mine to use
I stroked her cheek with gentle caress
“Now choose, Leave or Undress”
Once again, I blindly follow him
Anxious energy tingling every part of me
Statuesque beauty seeking naughty pleasures
My mind filled
Heighten sensations rush, in the air around me
I step inside
Heart is racing
Full of fear and lust
I will let him take me
Ready for him to use me
I want this so deeply
His voice breaking the silence, startles me
“Sir I want to continue”
“Clothes Off”, he sternly commands
I comply and await further instruction
His dominance intriguing and seductive to her. Now that she has chosen to stay, What has Sir prepared?
More will be revealed next week