Personal lore

Hello, wanted to share some lore and some stuff I wrote (the original version of the first text is in French, had to translate so it’s probably not as pretty but oh well) 

I am a woman. 

I was told I was very pretty for my age, more than once.

I heard things I shouldn’t have, at a way too young age. 

I have seen things I shouldn’t have, way too early. 

But what have they done ? 

They did things,  they shouldn’t have. 

They lied to me, countless times.

They neglected me, in ways that are illegal. 

They stole something from me.

I think back about that teacher I had three years ago. He said

“Is love an exit from masculinity domination or its most advanced peak ?” 

I think about it often, and I ask myself if it really is possible to love.

Maybe that is a human concept too, a way to control, a sacred sentence imposed on the one who bears. 

The one who has to, the one who needs to, the one who owes them, the one who gives him.

Live, 

Survive, 

Life, 

A life. 

They didn’t steal my innocence, they ran off with my core and they cracked it, they swayed it, twisted it open.

They didn’t steal my innocence, they borrowed it, to protect themselves from the consequences of what they did. 

I didn’t lose my innocence, I only realised. 

What I lost was my capacity to love.

If life was a game

If the dreadful labour, commonly acknowledged as life, was nothing but a game, merely a pastime, a diversion...

Perhaps, I would indulge you. 

For the reason that, if the mariner had no other alternatives than life in death, contrariwise I am assured that death would corrupt you.

However I would dwell within the echo of your game, as the end leads you astray.

Then, in due course, I will be entrusted with the very same puzzle. Whether I accept one or decline the other, that is as well, nothing but a game.

Regardless of the deep affection I hold for you, I grew devoted to life, unlike you.

(I have no ducking idea, I just wrote something thinking about my dad, have fun guys)