I am coiled up in lazy thoughts, covered in distress
a deception that weakens my pride.
This man stole something from me and i let him.
I watched him through the corners of my eyes as he spoke,
with no sound he took all of me and i did nothing to stop him..
Like a helpless child i lay, through the thorns on my skin,
i just lay there as he took it all.
“Maybe he slipped something in my drink”, i thought aloud.
This man stole so much from me that it hurts…
Through the streets i grace, the flares on my dress
my hair all tied up in poise and the bickering that
still daunts each time i see a man;
this man stole something from me and i let him
My heart he holds and my soul he keeps hostage.
In an instance of confusion still covered with hope,
my glances are narrowed to the ground,
afraid to look up and estranged from my thoughts, still i walk.
This man stole something from me and i was sober.
Traces of marble, sweet wine that now stains my carpet,
memories i have put to rest but still awakening in scent and taste..
Look at me; see the twist in my curls, the curves on my body
and my soft skin that now bears patches, and old wounds
This man stole my heart and i did nothing.
A lesson i have learnt, a tale i still tell all covered in webs of wasted years,
This man stole everything from me and i let him.