she lusts for
your soft lips
on her skin
but finds solace
in the kiss
of cold metal
instead

unnoticed scars
soft, lavender marks
branded on the skin
unlike common scars
they are not wretched
and ugly
but puzzling,
perplexing,
like the bruises
that appear at random
after a long night of
what was thought to be
a peaceful slumber

i remember it all so clearly:
walking home with you,
conversation starts.
sitting on the couch:
you invite me to lie down,
conversation halts.

your hands on my thighs,
your lips on my neck.
you: unable to resist me.
we started off slow but i knew
i'd already surrendered all control.
me: unable to restrict you.

i opened myself up to you
tore down my walls
and exposed
my naked soul

in return
you took advantage
of my vulnerability
and violated
my naked body