Pain etched in the lines around my eyes Hot tears washed my face weary The whites of your eyes still scare me Every crease of your brow stung As if you've already swung Open palm and whistling through the air
I let you do this to me That was my mistake I won't make it again
Every fist that bangs on a wall Slams a door Punches a hole Jolts my body Your face floods behind closed shut eyes As fear racks my insides I should have fought back Now I'm fighting everyone else
I can't tell the difference Between hands outstretched to help Between hands reaching to hurt Good touch, bad touch Soft or harsh
The lines you've blurred The edges of my hips My inner thighs They burn when I think of you
There's not enough locks to keep you out You break down all my walls Punch holes through all my closed doors You demolished my safe space Did I let you?
Criticism is welcomed, I'm looking to improve my poetry.