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.
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.
