I never closed myself off from him
I was always open
my heart was left vulnerable, and I put it up to other people to decide whether it was worth building or breaking
he had the key to my legs and opened them with a mere twist
a click, a lick
I was the one he picked
he said I was a rare jewel
so precious, so fragile
he'd keep me safe and treasure his treasure
he polished me and allowed me to shine
brightly
I was too busy smiling as he smiled
laughing when he laughed
to notice when he turned around and left
my turn was over
but again he'd see me in the morning
then at the suns zenith
possibly when constellations became our umbrellas
hardly when she snored
but again in the morning
and it was a routine I had become accustomed to
and everyday I wished I didn't see it through
his taste turned sour suddenly
as it always had
I cringed and curdled up like overwhipped cream
balance was nowhere to be found
and all of his conveniences became inconvenient
I looked at him and he looked at me
for what was the millionth and second time, he questioned if it was meant to be
(wrote this in December 2017)
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