Soulties


My mother warned me to never give you the best of me.

The unseen and underrated that no one talks about or warns you of.

The soulties.

Beautiful but binding.

You took a piece of me in the dirtiness of ways.

Through my lust and heightened emotions.

Unknowingly making me surrender the best pieces of me period pieces of me

that I didn't know were missing until you went missing.

Forever lost in your embrace and soft lips.

I wanted to be whole again, I needed to be whole again.

But I could never get those pieces back because you wouldn't surrender them.

Because you fed off my love even though it caused me pain and despair.

You enjoyed seeing me beg.

You fed off my spirit and I realized that in exchange for a piece of my soul, I took a piece of you.

Controlling your mind, body, and soul.

I owned you.

Through our soul ties, I felt your heart.

I could love you unconditionally but that only made the hurt detrimental.

But I never intended to create a bond that would steal some of your freedom

and independence.

And I sure as hell didn't want to surrender this to you.

So give me my shit back and let's call it a truce.


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