These Sacred Scares

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He loves me with his entire being.....

A hundred stories of almost love. A thousand stories of hurt buried so deep inside of our Universes they're endless like the stars.

A hundred stories of faked orgasms A thousand stories of how men wanted to dig between our thighs and water our gardens with 5 minutes of stroke.

They swear they hit that shit.. fucked up the punani....

All they managed to do was give us endless stories about 2 minute men, mediocre sex and mediocre dicks!

--Evy Sutton--

How they bless my beauty; baptizing me in compliments.

But these men use beautiful things; uproot them and leave them to die on shelves.

—Evy Sutton—

The lengths we go through just to hear them say ‘I Love you ‘

—Evy Sutton—

The one thing you’ve been consistent at is being inconsistent.

—Evy Sutton—

-too kind

-too soft

-too loving

-too understanding

-too affectionate

-too sensitive

-too much for ‘Grown Men’

—Evy Sutton—

Where is the shoulder

the lips of love

the hands of safety

when the emptiness turns

into a black hole and

begins to suck the life from me?

—Evy Sutton-

Stop expecting people to deal with and slay the demons you yourself haven’t even dealt with. If you’re damaged and you know it stop jumping into relationships and bleeding all over people that never cut you and have the audacity to get mad because they chose peace over inconsistencies and your issues! I will leave your ass in a heart beat and not bat an eye ✌🏼

I began to hate the touch of your hands on my skin and the sound of your voice; the way you hummed in my ear before you released your seed into my womb. I prayed that it would never find a place to plant and grow.

--Evy Sutton--

Most promises are lies disguised

as intent. They are the things

of legend. Legends give way to myth

and myths are fairy tales to give hope of the promises they never

intended to keep.

Beware of speech seasoned with

almost words of love.

—Evy Sutton—

And this man wrapped Jesus around his shoulders;

he wore him like a robe.

Baptized on a Sunday morning; I swore

I saw a halo shine above his head

He used Jesus as a reference to my heart

and I accepted that resume with

no reservations-- willingly wrapping

my dreams around his.

My first mistake was believing that

made him different…

--Evy Sutton--

We fight so hard to believe that this ‘one’

is different.

And we’re always disappointed...

—Evy Sutton—