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Whore

Whore

By Vuvu Vena

I was a whore for a love I never got
Open legs
Some would believe that my heart is situated
Between my thighs
I let you lay me on lay-by
And on your side of the bed all I heard
Were snores and sweet nothings
On the floor, dirty drawers and sweaty socks
Oh but on my bed side table
An empty condom wraper
To pay for my trouble

I was a whore for your love
All you did was take
And all I did was give

You took when the need was aroused in you
To take
And I gave even when I didn’t desire to
My time
My energy
My money
My love
And unfortunately my heart as well
And all you did was take

Like an open well that never gets full
You were never satisfied you fool
I put you before I
Hoping that one day it would hit you
Like a bullseye
That my love was the thing
That made you real
That kept you alive in my heart

I was a whore for a love that
Was never mine
Paying for the sins of some insensitive bitch
Who used you up and threw you
In the can
And now you walk around as though
That gives you the right to act like trash
Doing exactly what she did to you
To someone else
I was a whore for your love
A cheap whore at that
Picking up after you
Feeding you
Doing the things that your lady should do
At no fee at all

BUT NO MORE
And I pray sincerely
For your own good
That the next girl don’t collect
The debt in my name

BE GONE
You arrogant
Disregarding
Snoring fool!
And pick up your dirty drawers
On your way out
I said NO MORE!

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