They left
No explanation
Just gone

He came
No invitation
Just showed up

Good, I felt
For just a bit
until the clouds rolled in
and he turned out to be ****

Force, he used
with the pressure of his words
I had too.

"No!" I said
But that didn't stop him.

Used, I felt.
For his own pleasure rather than ours.
Done, he was
a broken machine that can't be fixed
Gone, he left.
J.M