By Monica C. Voskamp
She throws herself to him.
Her body.
Her soul. Her time.
Her love. Her affection.
She throws herself to him
Everything she has
Hoping to gain his attention.
She will sacrifice the whole of herself
For just one shallow glance
Of his attention.
And there she lays herself
Down at his feet
Not worthy of anything
But being scuffed on,
Only worthy of
Being his doormat.
She never finds love.
She never finds security.
All she finds is the certainty
She lives beneath his feet.
There is something
She has missed.
Something she wished
She would have seen.
She chose to be a man’s doormat
When she could’ve chose to be
A man’s queen.
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕
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