No Name

No Name

A Poem by boobalajcushion

I'll tell you when we met, you were the kindest I'd seen

And how I'd longed for a man like you, of that I had dreamed


You said you loved me as I had my own mind

But you disagreed with my views and picked on whatever I liked


I remember when you poked the skin between my thighs

And you asked me what it was there and said that you had never seen it before, I cried


My legs

Size six, too fat


When you told me you would not be seen in public with me

My midriff showing, shawl and hat


The day I felt happy and myself and you gave me dirty looks

For my makeup was not how you liked, a clown you said as you ridiculed


And although they all had dark hair you said you liked blonde the best

So when I changed it for a wispy grey tone you picked on the blues as they were not adept


Once told Tidy house

Tidy mind


I liked to cook, clean and launder as you reclined

But with no lust the love came from desire to chore, a mother I had become, a housewife no more


Though you fell for me when I was in my prime, makeup, hair, nails, done all the time

You asked me to change & you came to despise what I was before you arrived


So when I begin to love myself and again I try

I hold back the tears. You never wanted me to be myself and it was all a lie



© 2017 boobalajcushion



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At first, I though you were describing your initial relationship with a new kittin, but that is not how it ends i am sure. So sorry about this jerk in your life.

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Added on August 18, 2017
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boobalajcushion
boobalajcushion

Brisbane, Queensland, Australia



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I'm a creative individual who typically starts something and wanders to the next project, leaving an unfinished trail of chaos behind myself. Hobbies in this area include literature, poetry, singing, .. more..

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