I’m sick and tired of trying to be that which you desire

A person brimming with confidence  and never displaying signs of weakness

Slowly battered and broken to serve the oppressor that shattered me

Never an equal, only a slave craving unrequited love and affection

It’s never enough,  every  effort beaten down in system oppression.


All the love stories that were told growing up,

and every daydream of growing old in a relationship is merely a daydream

My affection means nothing when my partner nitpicks and pulls apart every good intention

Instead of admitting that I’m a victim of emotional abuse,

I refuse to find fault in anyone but myself

Pull me apart like a vulture preying upon the weak,

finding sustenance to fuel yourself at my expense

We all long to be loved, raised on fairy tales and bedtime stories

But in the end I feel hollow as you break me apart to devour everything that I offer inn your insatiable gluttony,

leaving me alone and in agony once you become unsatisfied with the husk that remains.


Pessimist Poet’s Words For Thought

“Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it’s the place where we find the deepest heartache.” -Iyanla Vanzant