Feb 2017
your warm breath against
my skin
your fingers tracing my ******* roughly
one of your hands move
lower
intruding my space
this is not right
i do not want you here
i do not want you in my body
i say nothing
hoping you would read my mind
take a hint from my pleading eyes
my insides curl
as you take away my innocence
i am no longer myself
who i am...
is you
my skin
your fingers tracing my ******* roughly
one of your hands move
lower
intruding my space
this is not right
i do not want you here
i do not want you in my body
i say nothing
hoping you would read my mind
take a hint from my pleading eyes
my insides curl
as you take away my innocence
i am no longer myself
who i am...
is you
this is a very personal poem with words i just needed to get off my chest. i was ***** a little over a month ago and it changed me. i am no longer who i used to be. i am broken and used up. i wish i could go back in time and take back my moving steps towards his car
