#100

#100 (it was missing so now i found it) 

So I decided to write one hundred poems. 

The hundredth being the first. 

One hundred reasons why I stayed 

And one hundred reasons why it hurt.  

A virgin dies 10 times before her birth  

She is ridiculed 

She is spat on  

And no one really knows her worth.  

She is a still born child  

In a ruthless world  

Yet, prayed for men like you 

To rescue her from her disability.  

Man in tarnished armour,  

How could you deceive me?  

The idea was not to get attached. 

I did.  

My heart bruised by your words; 

My tongue pierced by your bitter love; 

My mind made up about you & I. 

Now standing in The cold  

In one hand a jar full of your apologies  

I'm headed for recovery  

& it's going to be one long sick joerney.  

-TheGiantMo