Daily Confession: May 22nd 2012
I blindly believed every word, every glance, every touch from him.
Mother
Mother
By Jean Roy
I am no longer
content with being your second choice.
He may give you dick
but I give you unconditional love.
How could you choose a strange man
over your own son?
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Smile
Smile
By Jean Roy
You make this hopeless
girl smile even if it’s just
for a little while.
I hope one day I can tell you all the thank you’s
my mouth is too afraid to say.
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Fairy Tales
Fairy Tales
By Jean Roy
When you fell in love with my step sister
instead of me,
I realized that happy endings
only existed in fairy tales.
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Tears
Tears
By Jean Roy
These small droplets of salty
Effervescent torture
Attract questions that my mouth nor my heart
Really would like to answer.
So I wipe them away as fast as they stream down my cheeks.
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I don’t want to get married until I am fifty two.
For now I just want to explore the world together.
Crisscrossed
Crisscrossed
By Jean Roy
He told me he loved me
with his fingers crisscrossed
behind his back.
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Someday
Someday
By Jean Roy
Some day soon
Our old memories wont haunt
Me the way they do now.
Eventually there will come a
Day when I’ll forget about you just
As easy as
You have forgotten about me.
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Good Night
I wish each and every creative and beautiful soul a wonderful night/morning/afternoon depending on where in the world you reside.
I love you all and stay amazing. Never forget that I appreciate each and every single one of you.
I must get to bed soon because I have work in the morning. Fun Fun Fun.
<3
Counting Sheep
I lay down and I dream of a life together in my head
Hoping you do the same, every night in your bed.
Instead of counting sheep,
I wish you were thinking about me.
Lost Progress
Lost Progress
By Jean Roy
All our progress was lost
in an abandoned dream
halted from its creation
by sight unseen.
…We had plans of a love without the constraints of time,
Where I could be forever yours and you could be indefinitely mine.
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My Mother Had Asked For Me To Prove My Love For Her
My Mother Had Asked For Me To Prove My Love For Her
By Jean Roy
My mother had asked for me to prove my love for her,
so I did at age five.
She kissed my forehead and pulled down my panties
so that I could be raped by a drug dealer all night.
My mother had asked for me to prove my love for her,
so I did at age seven.
She locked the door behind her
while a man bound me and sodomized me without protection.
My mother had asked for me to prove my love for her,
so I did at age nine.
There was no need for locked doors or forehead kisses
because I was used to sick, drugged men and their dirty minds.
My mother had asked again for me to prove my love for her,
so I did at age thirteen.
Bruised and battered
I knew far too well this daily routine.
My mother had asked today for me to prove my love for her,
How can she still be blind to my love,
when she sold off my innocence
for all of her drugs.
Tomorrow my mother will again ask me to prove my love for her
but it will be far too late.
I’ve already consumed the bottle of pills
that will end my life with each struggling breath I take.
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