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it feels like i lose blood each time like the pastor's daughter once told me (a wide-eyed ****** that each man we give our hearts to keeps a piece in their pocket and that if we give too much we'll have nothing left. and maybe that was just christian ******** trying to make me fear the loss of my virginity more than death so that when i was ***** when i was 20 i was silent and ashamed and the blood i lost came from between my legs, not my chest. but my heart is different after this last one, so maybe she was right after all and after him every time someone kinder is intimate with me i feel like my hands are covered in gore and when he takes them they slip muddy his shirt his hands. and that's something i'd never want to inflict -   i grew up being told my sins were covered in blood as i grow older i am convinced it's true.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
sacrificial lamb
it feels like i lose blood each time like the pastor's daughter once told me (a wide-eyed ****** that each man we give our hearts to keeps a piece in their pocket and that if we give too much we'll have nothing left. and maybe that was just christian ******** trying to make me fear the loss of my virginity more than death so that when i was ***** when i was 20 i was silent and ashamed and the blood i lost came from between my legs, not my chest. but my heart is different after this last one, so maybe she was right after all and after him every time someone kinder is intimate with me i feel like my hands are covered in gore and when he takes them they slip muddy his shirt his hands. and that's something i'd never want to inflict -   i grew up being told my sins were covered in blood as i grow older i am convinced it's true.
i was the sacrificial lamb, more concerned with my heart because i didn't understand *** at all
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
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