Echoing Whispers

By Shylass

Original link: http://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/echoing-whispers.aspx

Tags: joy, trust, truth

Added: 23 Jun 2012 Views: 792 Avg Score: 4.94

Let's stop for a minute, you said.
The whispers followed me home.

Your voice still echoes through me.
The words that you listed brought delight to my face.

Those words:
The words that you labelled my heart with;
The words that you labelled my body with;
The words that you labelled my soul with.

Beautiful, delightful, sexy and pretty;
Fascinating, awesome, curvaceous and witty;
Funny and lovely and really quite teasing;
Confidently luscious and sexually pleasing;
Romantically shaped and with breasts made for love;
Juicy legs you’d fit between, I’m a glove;
A smile that lights up in the darkest night sky;
A hand that wipes all of the tears you might cry;
An ass big and round that was made to be squeezed;
A nature that blesses you with every sneeze;
A voice, Northern sultry that makes your cock hard;
A friendship you cherish and could never discard.

Let’s stop for a minute, you said.

Because now I believed you.
I’d forced myself to let you in;
To let you see inside the years of pain and belittling.
I’d told you the whispers that stole my childhood;
The punches I’d taken and the kicks in the teeth;
I’d heard you when you said you needed a chance.
I’d offered you everything, just short of one thing.

Your voice still echoes through me.
The words that you listed bring shame to my face.

Those words:
The words that you labelled my heart with;
The words that you labelled my body with;
The words that you labelled my soul with.

Ugly, disgusting, could never delight;
Ungracious, unpleasing, repulsive to sight.
Not worth the effort and would never be;
A hulking great weight of revolting – that’s me;
A fat, nasty body that takes up too much room;
Psychotic and mental, shrouded in lazy gloom;
Unknowingly stupid and lacking in joy;
A repellent to any self-respecting nice boy;
A loner at best, and foul hated at worst;
I should run ‘til I’m thin, or my lungs and heart burst;
Such an ugly fat face, not worth anyone’s time;
No-one could love me, or ever be mine.

Echoes of calling and hatred and pain
Entered my heart, soaked with needle sharp rain.

The whispers follow me everywhere.