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Posted in nothing special by maggie on 2009/09/13
Go Back

A bastard hustler turned my head
when all he wanted was my bed,
which though a steal to many men
had not been stolen until then.

When I'd gone farther than I dared,
he proved me worse than unprepared,
except when I went farther still
I proved myself prepared to kill.

He used to take me at my best
unguarded, unperturbed, undressed,
until he had me all his own
then left me wasted, lost, alone.

I wish to god it didn't hurt
like hell. He's made me low as dirt.
It can't go back to how it was
and he won't be here when it does.

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  1. Miss Demure Restraint said, on 2009/09/13 at 20:16

    Lady M,

    How is it that there is always one to hurt us when we think we are past our vulnerability? I know your He and mine are different men, but cut they are from the same cloth. I would too wish for a do-over.

    Perfectly said,
    Miss D

    • lady maggie said, on 2009/09/14 at 12:34

      no doubt mine has found himself a new toy easily enough – they break one, they just go out and buy a new one. if he had pretended to care enough past his own little thing, i like to think i would not have been fooled, as much as i let myself be so when he didn’t bother the pretense

      thanks for reading and sharing

      .lady m

  2. dakasky said, on 2009/09/14 at 05:29

    You always amaze me and I am not sure if it is a good thing or not if I identify with your words. Thanks for baring your soul here. The shit I have been through. XOXOXO.

    • lady maggie said, on 2009/09/14 at 12:35

      these are the ones i would wish i were most alone on, least identifiable with, am sorry when that is not so

      thank you for reading and sharing

      .lady m


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