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Jul 2013
I stopped him midway
Covered my exposed ******* and my face
The pain was something I couldn't take
One more thing about myself that I hate
That my past can attack my present in such a way
A sinister hello on a beautiful day

I stopped him mid-thigh
Covered myself for the second time
Pained feelings came to mind
I keep missing the signs
But he was so very kind
Wrapped me up and said you're "mine"
I cried

I stopped him yet again
Frustrated but not showing he asked "when?"
When I'm ready I said
There's something about this bed
That reminds me of the screams I could have let
Come out, the pain I couldn't get
To Stop

He covered me
Said "here,
I fixed it, let me dry your tears"
Don't be mad at me
We can wait until your ready
Then maybe try again,
But only if you'll let me
"I'm sorry
We can sit for a while,
Can I see you smile?"
Jay
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Jay  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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