My needs

my needs

MY needs 

my NEEDS 

MY NEEDS 

I can't think of anything else

What can I offer? 

My youth is over

So is my beauty 

My body is old 

So is my womb 

Now I am a predator 

Praying for a prey

Wrapping them in my sad story

Serving them my charm

And what's left of my personality 

I can see now, how, 

False promises are made

Power, position, abused

Manipulation at its best

Hearts broken, devil at work 

Loneliness while amongst family

Is the real tragedy 

Shallow relationships, hollow promises 

Tied together in barb wire 

Slowly penetrating the bone 

Will i ever be able to

Let go of "my needs"? 

BhaShe