She didn’t realize how deep he’d cut her soul, never knew the plunge it created wouldn’t heal anytime soon
It created in her a monster, a sadist
Like a raped virgin, she decleared war on all men. A wounded lion she is, she raged with anger and shame
Like plucking thares amongst wheat, she couldn’t separate true love from opportunists
She treated all men alike
How can men be this ruthless? She asked her thoughts—maybe they didn’t listen, she asked again. How can he be like others?
Like a visit to a guest house, he used me and left
The more she tried to erase the memories from her head, the more they unfolded like peeled sore on the skin
She remembered it like yesterday, the night he professed his love to her, angels were in attendance as heaven danced to their perfect duet
Her heart has been shattered in in many pieces, she now sees her own soul through the shades of broken fragments
I hope you understand when she says she’s done for good, she’s temporarily unable to dispense love..
Save your sermon, keep off!