Egg Shells

I was trying to 

Keep my celibacy

In tact, 

in fact 

Despite your fingers

Running up and

Down my back

I cease to react

But you saw the cracks

You had no right to love me

My shell may appeared

To be hard

But it was a facade

A farce

Inside the embryo 

Was and is still soft

Childhood lost and taken

Forsaken by the 

Same lie 

Love

The same blanket

God is part of?

You had no right

To chef up my

Souls order

Scrambling my

Insecurities

Serving my vulnerabilities

Up to the slaughter

You lied when you

Said that your

Yolk was easy

But your burdens were

Light 

Yeah right

I told you I was 

Over easy

But your blatant 

Disregard

Is making it so hard

See

I could have been saved

Possibly 

if you had served

Me over hard

Yet your deception

Took me from the fryer 

To the frying pan

With your hands

You scrambled my

Self worth like eggs

Served with side of

Contempt 

Masking the bullshit

With sprinkles 

Of Splenda

But that ain't real

Sugar

Fake like your

Lies 

As you try to

Justify them

As I am served

On the platter

Again

Why does this

Keep happening?

Maybe this the

Pain that I deserve?

Reviews

[Jennesis]

Those Egg shells sound like a b***h...we all get hurt unintentionally in the game of life, boiled, fried, dyed. We don't come away raw. I do think though, that every person walks into our lives for a reason. Pits not about self worth or deserving pain. It's about living and finding a good fit that doesn't rub too much

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Thanks for the review and the insight....