men see me
little more than a face
legs
****
*******
to you
i am only a hole for you
to stick your **** into.
i am so much more than that.
i have eyes and fingertips
ankles and feet to hold me up as you kick me down.
i was 12 and naive
when i was *****
i was 17 and in love
when i was *****
i was 19 and moving too fast.
when i was *****
did you know that you ***** me?
did it ever cross your tiny ball of grey matter that i meant no when i said it?
that the look on my face was not pleasure
but pleading
for you to stop?
no, it may not have hurt my beautiful little cuntgirl
but it hurt the girl inside my heart
and she hates you
she never wants to see you again.
did you know that you ***** me once?
i was 12
on a tattered couch
reeking of cigarettespotandcatpiss.
and he pushed my head further down
until i gagged
and i gagged
over and over
did you know that you ***** me?
whatever reason.
whatever reason you gave me
will never
could never
heal this anger
and disgust.
i was 17
when he assumed
that i wanted his **** inside me.
and he granted me the favor
over and over
and i loved him too much to say no
but i cried
when it was over.
and i left him in his sad armchair
with his pants around his knees
and my heart on my sleeve
but no more.
i was 19
and i was no longer stupid
i knew that two weeks was too fast
i knew that if he asked, i would say no
i told myself, if he asks, i will say no.
i will tell him no if he asks.
i knew that if he asked, i would say no.
he never asked.
he penetrated
and shoved against me like bulldozers
and left me feeling so cold
with my head on his chest
but you were not the first
and you will probably not be the last
man
to see ME as a hole
for your ****
did you know that you ***** me?
you did.
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
men see me
little more than a face
legs
****
*******
to you
i am only a hole for you
to stick your **** into.
i am so much more than that.
i have eyes and fingertips
ankles and feet to hold me up as you kick me down.
i was 12 and naive
when i was *****
i was 17 and in love
when i was *****
i was 19 and moving too fast.
when i was *****
did you know that you ***** me?
did it ever cross your tiny ball of grey matter that i meant no when i said it?
that the look on my face was not pleasure
but pleading
for you to stop?
no, it may not have hurt my beautiful little cuntgirl
but it hurt the girl inside my heart
and she hates you
she never wants to see you again.
did you know that you ***** me once?
i was 12
on a tattered couch
reeking of cigarettespotandcatpiss.
and he pushed my head further down
until i gagged
and i gagged
over and over
did you know that you ***** me?
whatever reason.
whatever reason you gave me
will never
could never
heal this anger
and disgust.
i was 17
when he assumed
that i wanted his **** inside me.
and he granted me the favor
over and over
and i loved him too much to say no
but i cried
when it was over.
and i left him in his sad armchair
with his pants around his knees
and my heart on my sleeve
but no more.
i was 19
and i was no longer stupid
i knew that two weeks was too fast
i knew that if he asked, i would say no
i told myself, if he asks, i will say no.
i will tell him no if he asks.
i knew that if he asked, i would say no.
he never asked.
he penetrated
and shoved against me like bulldozers
and left me feeling so cold
with my head on his chest
but you were not the first
and you will probably not be the last
man
to see ME as a hole
for your ****
did you know that you ***** me?
you did.
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