She was cheap. He wanted her that way. She was easy. He took that to mind everyday he became the puppet-master. She was his empty slave, worth nothing to anyone but to fulfill and be used. Broken neglected, lied, cheated on, and stabbed into her frail heart until she thought it might explode. It didn't, but it was close. Too close. Often she'd be alone wanting some sign of apprication and worth from anyone, and came up empty handed. She was lying in the arms of nothing. Sitting on the broken dreams. Walking the empty roads. All for nothing. The very prize and value that he had named her...and she had become.
 Made27 · Thu Feb 03, 2005 @ 09:59pm · 0 Comments |
