You left me alone, laying on the floor, tears streaming down my face, screaming at the ceiling asking why you left.
You called me on the phone, offering some comfort, and then you cried because I was screaming.
But you only told me I was right about everything I said, how sad that is.
Then I was flying high and feeling good alone on the roller coaster of life- screaming, but for once a good way.
Then, the first time a boy took me on dates and I started to feel, he left, and there I was again, not screaming but I wanted to.
I wanted to scream at you.
Blame you for the pain I feel, blame you for allowing me to be hurt by someone else because this wouldn’t have happened if you kept your promise, your vow.
And when a man touches my body and then leaves, taking a piece of me, I’m left screaming.
When I am unsure if I can trust any others, I am screaming.
When I am afraid to love again, I am screaming.
I wish I could call you or show up at your house and shove you and hit you and destroy you from the inside out.
Because that’s what you’ve done to me.
On the inside I am always.
Screaming.