She’s lying there, waiting for him to be done
Thinking, wishing, she could change what she had done
All her dreams had been unraveling, undone
All she wants now is to go back, to the past
To the good times, even though they didn’t last
To the time when she thought her first love would be her first
And hopefully, be also her last
The one to quench her thirst
Not the one to smear her heart with dirt
And her skirt
When she didn’t think that love could end so fast
Or that what she thought was love would turn out to be just lust
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t seem to be ready to let her go
He should be done, or is he gonna pay me more?
Of course he won’t, these guys never pay more
But he won’t stop, of course he takes me for a whore
I am a whore, or else what do I do this for?
She lies there, as he humps her dry and sore
She feels the pain, but complaining will make him sore
He won’t listen, he won’t even stop
He’ll just ask her, whatchu think am paying you for?
As his spirits soar
Hers seem to sink lower
She longs for a lover
Someone who will see through her cover
Expensive make up, and smile for a magazine cover
She’s always looking into a mirror
And the woman she sees is not her
As she’s lying under him
She thinks of all her pain
She can’t take it anymore
She knows she can do more
But he’s so heavy like them all
She feels suffocated under his whole
She can’t breathe, she’s struggling
He doesn’t care, he’s not stopping
She starts writhing, wriggling
She’s now kicking and pawing
He wakes up beside her, staring
She’s agitated, sweating
Her heart is doing more than racing
Then he holds her, cuddling
It’s okay bae, you’re safe now, he says
It’s me bae, relax now
And she breaks down
It’s a new dawn
Trizah Fay (c) 2016
Of Shattered dreams and Wrinkled sheets