Why did you touch me that first night?
When I was wrapped up in sweet memories
Why did you lure me into the hot steam of a shower and show me you loved me in a way that's not right?
Why when I became distant, faded, and lost did you demand me to hug you because you were at a loss without the sweet relief of my pale skin?
Why when it started did I believe it was okay? That it was normal and I shouldn't worry enough to tell
Why when I became scarred in more ways than one did you yell at me? Was it because my sweet skin was no longer clear and soft? Was it because you only loved me because you could touch me and now the skin that you liked to touch had become rough and undelightful?
Why do you continue to poison their minds with lies?
And try to tell me you didn't do anything wrong when we both know you did
Why did you touch me so many times and expect me to never leave you behind?
You never loved me
You loved the sweet relief you got from touching my skin and soul
Feb/ 3/ 2018/ 9:56 PM/ 14 yrs old