Take the blades you stole from me and give them to your latest lover
watch her slice away the pain you're surely causing her,
Laugh as you take control.
Poison her mind like you did to me,
turn her against all that she loves,
isolate her, manipulate her
make her your little doll.
Control her every aspect of life
her money, her jobs, her friends.
Laugh and mock her when she cries,
Make her feel so low.
You did all this to me and more
you made me want to die
you made my confidence wither
and my independence lost
Yet she laughed too when I crumbled,
when you kicked me to the ground.
called me a loser when I walked away
Like she had won somehow.
She called me spiteful and pathetic
when I told the world of what you had done
when I finally admitted you abused me,
when I came out of it stronger, braver, afraid no more.
So use her and abuse her,
treat her just like you treated me
and in six years when she crawls away from your shit
she'll be the one who is sorry, not me
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Poetry and Prose By Jake Dorian
Poetrya collection of the poetry and prose I have written. I apologise for the amount of angst and corniness in some. I write to express myself and a lot of these are deeply personal to me.
