Every morning I have to pass where it took place
Memories leaving there with messed up hair and crying face

Is it abuse?

Fourteen years old, naive and more ‘in love by the hour’
Little did I know he was buying my affection, showering me with gifts to cover up his power

Is it abuse?

He was the most interesting, intriguing person I had ever met before
I would go as far to say chivalrous and charming with lines like ‘il love you forevermore’

Is it abuse?

He was the only one who was always there, he listened and relaxed me as I vented
Waves of confusion as I think how could it be abuse if I consented?

Is it abuse?

Years have gone past now yet it still bothers me
I knew there was a 10 year age gap but still I blame my own stupidity
It is only now I have a daughter of my own, I unwillingly put her in my imaginary shoes
And realise as fire pit rage fills me with fury that it totally changes all my views.

Grooming.
A term I never knew when I was just a kid
But now I see it for exactly what it is.

Abuse it is.