I never lost my virginity
At the age of 19
To a boy who promised
That it will not hurt
I never bled
I never bit my lips
I never cried
I never slept with a writer,
Musician, chemist,
An engineer or even a *********
I never tried a pregnancy test kit
I am not scared
Of those two red lines
I never loved my best friend
Or those strangers
Who painfully ripped my body
I love those stains
Of a long forgotten past
Embedded on crumpled sheets
I was never molested
When I was 5 or so
It was just a game
I never cursed that night
I never hated my brother
I want men to crave for me
I never wanted their affection
I don’t want to ******* **** them
On streets in the middle of the night
With cat calls
I am not depressed
I love my scars
I never took ******
Just to sleep at night
Or wept in the middle of nowhere
I am a strong woman
I am not damaged
I ******* hate this life
It’s too beautiful for someone like me
This is not a poem
Of a broken girl
I am okay.
I wanna live.
I am not a liar.
A happy girl
Wrote this
Waiting for her prince charming
To free this damsel in distress
From the tower of anguish
And to live happily ever after
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
I never lost my virginity
At the age of 19
To a boy who promised
That it will not hurt
I never bled
I never bit my lips
I never cried
I never slept with a writer,
Musician, chemist,
An engineer or even a *********
I never tried a pregnancy test kit
I am not scared
Of those two red lines
I never loved my best friend
Or those strangers
Who painfully ripped my body
I love those stains
Of a long forgotten past
Embedded on crumpled sheets
I was never molested
When I was 5 or so
It was just a game
I never cursed that night
I never hated my brother
I want men to crave for me
I never wanted their affection
I don’t want to ******* **** them
On streets in the middle of the night
With cat calls
I am not depressed
I love my scars
I never took ******
Just to sleep at night
Or wept in the middle of nowhere
I am a strong woman
I am not damaged
I ******* hate this life
It’s too beautiful for someone like me
This is not a poem
Of a broken girl
I am okay.
I wanna live.
I am not a liar.
A happy girl
Wrote this
Waiting for her prince charming
To free this damsel in distress
From the tower of anguish
And to live happily ever after
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