A WORTHLESS GAME

Be worth more then a booty call, life is not a game. Love is out there if you seek it.

  

In the bottleneck of my feelings I know that this is wrong 
It’s a game of lust and control; I am a fool that plays along
Again and again, I offer myself in this horny painful game 
Night after night, I lay here open, begging to be slain 
My tears fall in rapture and then continue to fall with guilt 
He stabs me with his dagger; burying it deep until the hilt 
He infects me with his poison and it churns and burns my soul 
I am filthy, shameful, and broken; totally alone and unwhole 

I have a myriad of problems; they allow his torture to be my world 
They make me a slave to blind devotion; I am more a w***e then his girl 
I allow him to steal my worth; he leaves me to writhe in neglected pain 
My friends and family call me stupid; but every night it stays the same 
He takes me to bed and breaks me; he roughly spreads my love apart 
He creates a decoupage of lust, as he cuts and coats my love like art 
After every single submission he gets dressed and he quickly leaves 
He never inquires about my feelings; he never asks about my needs 
He leaves me a few dollars, an empty kiss; then he walks away 
I am left here feeling worthless; awaiting the next time he comes to play. 

© 2013 Eddie Phillips

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I like that you wrote this from a women's perspective, an enthralling read Eddie, you always smack us over the head with your powerful poetry.

[Rita L. Sev]

Eddie, you have captured this so well, your words echo a truth that is so hard to acknowledge.

[Saddam]

It is a great poem. Not any one can imagine such a rude man's behaviour. Love your art of piece.

[Zackery Alan Daley]

I too writhed and reeled at a time, not long ago enough to be extinguished from memory. Psychological and physical things are hard to comprehend when both sides of the forces are pulling you in one direction. Thanks for the read, please check out my writing if you have some time.

[KaylasPoetryBook]

I felt this poem in the pit of my soul. I have been there in that dark place, and have learned to accept my worth over the years. You captured the pain that lies within so accurately. Well done.

[Baby Ricochet]

Powerful piece my friend. Great Job