You broke my back the first time
Onlookers thought me a fool
They wondered why I laid still
While you whipped me hard
But I laughed at them
“You fools”, said I mockingly
“You don’t know him as much as I do
His whips are no more than cords of love
You think he whips me so I’ll be in pain?
Ignorant fellows! You are so wrong!
He whips me so I’ll cry out for more…
More of him! More of him!
Besides do you not have any other business than to pry in the affairs of a little girl in love?
But they looked on with pity
I never knew why
And soon it happened!
“Ah! He has broken her back!” they cried
I was stunned
I never knew you could go this far
My spine is gone
I’m now bent over and broken.
But you immediately told me not to worry
“It’s just the back; you still have your heart,
And that” You said “is the most important part”
I sincerely was in doubt
But with much dearly words, you bought me over
I thought “I can live with a broken back, a heart and you”
Then I heard you say “Give me your heart”
“Had I misheard?!”
“You are asking for my heart?”
“Why would I give you that?”
“Why should I even trust you again?”
And you replied, with the most reasonable words I had ever heard
“Because no one will take you with a broken back anyways
You sure cannot walk
You sure cannot cook
You sure cannot reproduce
What else will be your use?
I would take you just as you are”
“OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed
“You are most generous of all
Wisest of all boys!
I’ll crawl at your feet
I’ll kneel to you
I’ll bow in total submission”
Quietly, you said
“You’ve got no choice, you’re bent already”
But I chose to hear “you’re best already”
And I handed my heart over
With such delightfulness
With such glee
A grateful heart
Awe filled eyes
I sang, “Amazing love
How sweet the sound
Shown to a Wretch like me
I’m blessed”, I blushed
Onlookers glared, I cursed
Then you started on my heart
Oh! How I loved your touch
My heart started faster
How it longed for your touch
Then you moved on to a massage
“I don’t need one, go on with the former”
But you shushed me
Said I needed to relax
I kept shut but silently thought
“This massage is much painful than the caress”
You then graduated to a throb
“You’re starting to beat at my heart!”
I cry for you to stop
But you are nowhere to be found
In your place stands a monster
With a horn at his waist
I cried, I pleaded
You laughed, you raped me
Then took my heart and crushed it
You walked away
You left me, with a broken back, a crushed heart, a dying soul.
It’s been six years already
I’m sorry to have bothered you with the flashback
I only want to say “Thank You”
Thank You for making me tougher
For making me meaner
And do have it at the back of your mind
That you are being cursed
Not by me! No, not by me!
But by the boys who have come after you
They plead and plead
That I give them a chance
Into this crushed heart.
But I tell them that my ex said no one will take a bent back, a crushed heart, a dying soul.
So make sure you never forget:
You are forever remembered.