I feel so exposed,
as if I am a flower with the petals
ripped off and thrown to the ground.

Delicate, I once was.
Virtuous and dignified.

Exposed, all I feel is shame.
I do not feel delicate and beautiful and wanted.
I feel abused and torn and *****.

All I can ask is:
*please don't look at me.

My mother once told me
To watch my weight.

Now, all I do is watch my weight.
Eat too little, work out too much.

All because of three little words,
*watch your weight

The little lady will do anything for you.
Kiss her hand,
Watch her melt at your every word.

You know how desperate she is for your acceptance.
Act like a gentleman,
Your intentions are anything but.

Royalty faces no consequences, after all.

It's a gift,
To be innocent, that is.
I would give anything
just to have it back.

But I can't have it back.
He took my innocence
in the harshest way.
Taking advange of a naive girl.

He pinned my arms
ignored my pleading
And took my dignity
And my hope
And my innocence.
I just want it back.

Wake up, unplug the clock.
Get up too late,
skip a meal and hurry to leave.

A disappointed lecture,
a promise to do better.
Flip through the papers, forehead meets desk.

Leave for lunch.
Order nothing.
Stare at the blank wall with shadowy corners.

More papers, more flipping,
more disappointment.
Grab the keys, start the car, sigh to the empty seats.

Return to the empty room,
smile to no one, pretend to be happy.
Alone, go to bed, the cold blankets don't embrace like a lover.

Rewind and repeat this lugubrious existence.

She was broken
And she acknowledged it.

But what does that mean?
A broken human is surely different
From a broken toy.

You cannot replace the batteries
Or superglue the cracks.

What does it mean to be broken?
It means to be human.
And not quite fixable.

Her eyes were so empty.
There were not even tears to be shed.
Light did not exist
Colors were dull.

Those eyes will haunt me.

He told me I was too naive

Someone will take advantage of you. he said.

Innocent and cute, you're going to end up in trouble

How brash,
I was offended.
But he was right
And I should have listened.

Hands held too tight
Eyes too damp
Voices too loud
Happiness too great
Sadness too strong
Music too beautiful
Words too long
Fear too strong
Ambition too high
By the time you read this,
I'm too far gone.
This is what we call life.
A world of too many's
That make something beautiful
And something terrible.