When OCD got messy
Caught out -overindulging on sexual delicacies.
Orgasming, glow in the dark visuals projected onto her Fantasia cranium mental ceiling.
Walls cave in – was it just lust that caused her to make up all this fuss?
Why did she do it?
once. twice. three times?
Her heart was consumed. ‘Rose-tinted glasses’ a voice shouts out and presumes.
She thinks there was real depth to some of her proclaimed emotions. How can she even look at another confectionary when she already has the sweetest deal?
Her dowry is her very own Wonka factory.
There was no excuse for her to set foot out of her mind and demand to feel more satisfied.
Does momma know her better than she does?
Always want what you can’t have! 5-year-old drops to the floor.
Toys R Us.
Not leaving till she comes outs with a red, tanked up, M&M replica bus.
Ready to dice herself up and fling herself into a blender – sexting, texting -somewhat fulfilling,
but not having anyone else to indulge with afterwards, leaves her with a rebellious sense that can only be satisfied by means of tangible bondage-style correcting.
Honest to a breaking point.
Target those she wants to anoint.
Commitment. Did she truly know what she was taking on?
She realized her demise when she demanded the same form of commitment from some other, partly innocent feckless person in an ‘ I’m- doing -alright‘ disguise.
Bonfire night explosions went off in their usually tranquil home.
He sat back too long, let her spirit roam and defend its right to move within another astral zone.
Kitchen sink drama screams, sweeping up the spindly staircase.
Mother clocks eyes with her child, rubbing her slumbered eyes – run to pick her up and wipe away salty tears from her face.
Heart beating wildly. What has she done?
The sickly cost of seeking out more affection afflicting her startled young.
Time to move forward.
She has respect, love, honesty, faithfulness, a family, laughter and more than she ever thought she deserved. This place under the shady protective arms rooted to the spot – she truly earned
Time to act like a true woman, tend to her man and family-like one would a tree – keep those roses -tidy, pruned – this time the tree still stands.
May lightning strike her heart and torment the rest of her living days if this time she hasn’t learned.
Posted on Nov 6, 2016, in MY WORLD and tagged Emotions, Family matters, guilt, Life, Love. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.