Lover Alert

Dear Love of My Life, 

      Brown skinned beauty. Curly brown hair covering my insecurities like a blanket woven with lies.

You never noticed because all you notice is my ass. The sway of my hips as I walk past you in the halls.

The way I push my hair from my face and my tongue passes across my lips as I focus on writing.

You know my body like the back of your hand but do you know my brain. My thoughts, feelings & interests.

Yet you find the way to allow your hands to graze my backside when I'm trying to get to my desk.

But because of my desire to be loved I have faded into exactly what you want me to be. Alluring and Sensual.

But you need me and that's what my heart longs for. Love. Attention. Warmth.

Yet my heart breaks everytime I'm near.

Who am I? 

The girl with the fragile heart made of gold. Willing to let herself go for your halfassed love.

Who Am I?

A ragdoll played with over and over again and then placed on a shelf for storage.

Who Am I?

I am Strength and Power. Grave and Class. All That and A Bag Of Chips.

I am no longer allowing myself to be what you want. 

Who Am I? 

I am walking away from the hurt and pain and lies. 

Who Are YOU?

Yours Truly,

Essynce