She was desperate to pull herself back ontop.
She'd lay in bed and remember when they'd holler her name.
But now instead of a glistening firm body laying next to her, there resting limp was the face of her heartache.
She didn't chose him, he begged for her. He showered her with gifts and lingered behind her last steps
Every man she had been with controlled her.Used her as he needed and pushed her away when he was done.
She stared in the mirror for days trying to see past the dried black streaks on her cheeks and the knotted hair.
She couldn't bare to be the victim anymore.
If u looked inside her heart you would see broken glass ; thousands of pieces. No one could possibly put her heart back together.
The day she met Paul she knew he needed her more then she would ever need him.
And she liked that feeling, she felt so much strength.
The chase gave her hope in herself.
But she never stopped to think about Paul.
She knew she didn't love him, the love she had was from the attention, the hunger he was filling in her soul.
She missed all the signs. She used him like every guy had used her.
She hollered at him and broke him down.
But he couldn't let go. He placed her on the highest pedestal.
When she had regained her power she brushed him under the mat.
She dusted him off her shoulder and walked away.
She left him crumpled, she broke him in spite of every guy that had broken her.
But paul wasn't strong enough. He couldn't see past his own faults, he couldn't move on.
He let go, left his life in her hands and end his life.
She lies in bed with her fingers wrapped around his life.
She knows there's nothing left.
Why did she have to play this game.
She lost and so did he.
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