Years With My Ex-Boyfriend: 1995-to around 2004

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By jwhwz

My man didn't hide from my eyes his self-pleasure; He was not good at deception measures. Though, for much of our relationship; I was devoted to him; He thought I was very dim. He prefered to do obscene things for himself and block me out; He thought he was clever; without a doubt. He knew I suffered from depression; But, he didn't care to hide his verbal and physical aggression. He preferred taboo alternatives to his girl; When he should have treated her like a precious pearl. The problem was he did not respect me; He would hit me, demean me, and reject me. He need not have compared me to a down's syndrome child; And a sappy greeting card is an apology that was mild. For nine long years, he did abuser her; A thirty to forty-year old pizza delivery boy, what a loser! For the longest time, he didn't tell her that he hadn't gotten a divorce; He was such a nerd; he believed in the Force. He was also mentally sexually explicit; Comfort from me, he did not elicit. He never, ever used protection; Even after she was raped, and she got an infection.

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