Pieces

    From such a young age Ive given more pieces of myself to others than I can count. People pleasing is my art form and your taking is the amount. If you ask, then I give it never thinking the cost. Throughout my life this has caused a chain reaction and my mind has been at a loss. I automatically assume you want something from me. So I start bending my boundaries little by little hoping you will see. Your hand down my shirt, your nails on my thigh. Im worthy enough for you to take but not valued at a price you can't buy. I speak sweetly in order to cater to your constant manipulations, never realizing all along there were lifelong stipulations.  

    Why is it that my body is the only token you're interested in taking, when my soul has been here begging for intellectual love and awaking. You hold my hand and kiss my lips, when it's all over you say you don't think its the right fit. My body was a rag doll being tossed around for your pleasure, but my heart lay here in pain you can't possibly measure. We go back and forth in this game of desire, my body the only thing you wish to acquire. Im left here in ruin, and my heart back to brittle. This is why I can't trust when someone shows they care just a little. Im boarding up the holes from the pieces that were stole. One day they will look back and realize not just the body but the whole. 

    Im rebuilding and reclaiming this life I have now,  I am keeping my course and what I accept is what I allow. My name is Jessica Mae and there will be no more pieces stolen from me as of today. My heart is healing and worth is being found, I no longer assume you want something from me, instead I don't even hear your sound.