We break up just to make up, but the truth is I never knew I could love so deeply and be broken so completely.
At 14 he began to steal my innocence, but I didn’t understand. I learned to be invisible not to take his brand.
Manipulation was the name of the game, but it was never myself that was to blame.
Insidiously he took from me every bit of trust, but it wasn’t my fault it was his lust.
My insides eroded as I seethed with anger and rage, but still I was trapped within my cage.
I chased love like a marathon runner who lost, but I kept up the pace no matter the cost.
It was at my own expense and deprivation that drove me straight to you, but I was convinced from the start I could see right through.
Dance with me was my wish, pull me close, never let me go to grieve, but you wouldn’t give instead you chose to leave.
Our agreement established by the one called master became null and void with the final slap, but had it not, forever I would’ve been snared in your most dangerous trap.
See your marks, how they still remain, the ones you said I deserve and had to earn, but once I thought, when will a good girl such as me ever learn?
You chose this with all your reality and truth revealed, but how would you expect me to keep it all concealed?
Manipulation, coercion, control and trickery used for destruction to tear me down, but you yourself put on my special, sparkling queen’s crown.
Every night my body poured into yours, but I was merely just one of your whores.
She must be fucked in the head, but it doesn’t matter since now she is long but dead
✍🏼🧝🏻♀️
The Whole Cookie 