Day 3 || THE WAY THEY SEE US

It's past 11pm and my phone rings,

I hear sobs from the other end,

uncontrollably sobs

mixed with chuckles supposed to imply strength.

How can you be strong when I can hear the sadness in your voice?

It's a new one and he did the same thing again!

Came with an attractive offer;

He wanted to show you love.

You dismissed it,

You don't believe their lies anymore.

He convinces you,

And everyone else around you.

He calls your instincts paranoia,

And you reservations nonchalance.

I'm not the only one whose been hurt,

You think!

And if I don't try again I might miss the right guy,

You believe!

So you go into it

With all the hope you got

And all the love you have

And the time you can offer

You bend your back so much so

That every decision tastes like a sacrifice,

But you don't care

You got to be involved in his offer,

You got to be committed to him,

You got to show him that you are as interested as he says he is.

Everything feels so good,

You Finally found a good one,

Unlike your friend whose hung up on her ex,

You finally found a replacement,

So now you don't have to share,

Those deep secrets about the ex,

The way he hit and maltreated you,

And dumped you not the other way around like you said.

You bend and lift,

And widen and scratch.

You ride and pinch,

And feel and scream.

Then one day you find out,

That don't mean a thing.

He says and does that to a lot more of your kind,

He disrespects you,

You are the better of them all.

The fairest of them all,

The one whose got the biggest dreams.

But he don't see that,

He wasn't listening to your struggles,

Or the words of hope and desperation,

That came out of your mouth at night.

All he saw was your skin,

The way it glistens,

And your lips,

How full they really were,

Your bosoms,

The ripeness and fullness,

And your hair,

The way it laid back effortlessly,

Your well made up face,

That he never had to pay for,

And those thick thighs of yours,

Would wrap around so nicely.

That's how he thought of you,

And the other 9 girls in his life,

Who he took turns at calling,

To warm is bed like you,

You were all figures in his head,

Best of all shapes in his mind,

Because in the world of females,

He felt like the master of ceremonies.

Good with words,

And center of attraction,

of a lot of girls trying to get some in the room.

Treat them better I beg of the next,

Their dreams are worth much more than you can ever see,

Their bosom deserves someone better than you,

Their hair takes hours to make and

The makeup more techniques than you know.

Everything about them takes effort,

And all they want is to choose the right life for themselves.

In hope that someone would be true enough,

And maybe listen when they talk,

So that together one day,

Both of you,

will make the world into a roller coaster ride.