the saddest thing
is that she thought you were worth something.
you were one of the good ones.
Even when you proved all her friends right.
When you showed your ass,
as the only place for her to lay her kisses,
she loved you more.
fought for you harder.
ran faster in hopes of catching up with that dream,
and legacy with you.
was too much
or not enough or maybe you had had enough
or she was much more than you had bargained for
thought she’d stay your bottom b*tch
even after your itch had subsided
she kept her nails well manicured if ever you needed some scratch
because she love you,
when you turned your back
she turned a cheek,
relishing in the sting of the pain,
finding her way free in the submission.
she would willingly leave herself open.
for you to pillage.
you who always wants the world for a dollar,
without a nickle to his name.
bottom of the barrel
crab ass monkey boy
still ain’t never grow up
you lost boy
still baby-faced when you shave.
she loved you when you shaved.
said your jawline reminded her of the constellations
that still hold her childhood wishes,
which is probably why,
no matter how hard she tried
she couldn’t ever fix her mouth to say no.
unable to admit when she didn’t want it,
couldn’t take it,
or deserved better.
i’m glad she’s finally realizing she deserves better
than she’s been accepting,
(c)(p) 2015 Joi Sanchez