Masters

You hurt me. You pulled from me my will
And turned me into an unwilling participant
In this game of lies, in this house of cards
That you built on bullshit talks
Of honesty and lust.
You tore me into shreds without remorse,
Pulling from me all I kept still pure
And dragging through the mud, my innocence,
My stupid feelings of being worth something
More than a cheap lay.
You lied to me. I should have expected it
From a man I met under these circumstances,
Clouded in mystery and darkness and night,
Hidden by all of the things I was too afraid to
Look behind.
You broke me. Took the last shards of hope
And ripped from my hands to slash my wrists
And stomp on them with muddy military boots,
As if I'm nothing more than an insect in your world
And I should be removed.
You turned me into Magdalena without consent,
Pushed me to the ground and took from me what I kept
Sweet and untainted, left blood trailing down my thighs
And walked away without goodbyes,
Leaving two coins above my eyes.
As if I'm nothing.