Bastardos.

Written 26/01/07

Would it be better to be a Skank, a slut, a whore?
Do you respond better to a body thrown at you with dull, glazed eyes and a voice so ecstatic your primitive mind can’t hear the fake tone behind it?

This would suit you better, yes?
A body, mind and soul so separated from each other, so dead to each other, so dead to the earth you do what ever your EGO desires.
No string attached.
You can rip the heart out and stamp on it as much as you wish as it is dead anyway!

Hell no! You choose different. You choose us! You choose the ones hurt from their pasts but you don’t know that we chose to learn from this pain. Yet we can not trust.
The trust must be earned.
Somewhere in your ape mind you know this. You manipulate.
You woo.
Your kind and gentle.
Your different to the other apes.
You don’t lunge…you caress,
You nudge and snuggle.
You whisper and your tender.
You lull… you test… “Stay.”
We say “no”, afraid, little alarm bells tinkling yet you have gained the trust you so desired, you smile in such a way we feel safe and know nothing will happen.

Hearts and souls together. Trust let out to live and breathe.
You caress the untouched.
Your weeks of manipulation have rewarded you with an in between glory.
We satisfy your needs till your next bang!

The next day you kill us.
You murder our trust and throw our hearts back in our faces.
We cant understand why…How could you have been so perfect and yet we missed the flaw with in your centre?
Were we really an in between glory or is this inbred social fears?
Were we as pathetic and stupid as we feel or are these inbred insecurities?

It will hurt us for a long time, weeks, months hell years!
But… we learn. In place of the person you killed a new one will rise with new knowledge. We bend and knot but we never break. You will. You will break when your heart opens. It will be trampled on along with all the pain you caused beating down its door for payment. You have a choice that day… face the pain you caused, give payment and learn or close up and wither. Well move on.