**Read the story.
I, I fell in love.
Or it is called infatuation, with a man who was quite elder to me.
I forced him to talk,
I forced him to chat, I forced him to meet.
Actually, no; I never forced him, I just was there when he needed.
I stood by him when he lost his respect,
I was standing when he was bankrupt,
I was alive paying the bills most needed.
I was ready to compromise, I was ready to move ahead;
I was forcing myself in the name of love.
Did he? Was the the question.
He never spoke, he never wished, he never cared.
I was ready to give him what he demanded, for
I was promised to be understood.
He was a person who could play.
Emotions and bodies were just his game. "I connect physical followed by vibes" he would proclaim; physicals did happen leaving the rest unanswered.
Broken was the heart that loved,
Respect or love was questioned for.
I stayed for those days, I wished he would change;
To understand me for all I am.
Days pass, he did call; to empty those filled in his balls,
He never loved for that I deserved, he was just a man who deserves a pellet.
A day had come, I left for ever;
He had called for that days of pleasure.
I hung up to cry in disgust,
As I would never pimp.
Days have passed, to heal the past
Then comes love to fall apart.
He was the Home of the one I knew,
Why couldn't I be the Home he knew.
It was me who was blamed in the caious of lust as he enjoyed the lust he want.
I, I, I and I was there when he had asked the money for life;
Collateral was self to bid my dad.
To come back and pay in the happiness of mine.
Refusing the idea I stay alone asleep;
Never wishing to wakeup.
To only see the disrespect I receive.