“good things happen to good people” I was told For me such wonders were not so For people stay Yet they still fray They forgive Also no longer live For me I was taken Taken advantage of For him they consept Of conterceptives Didn’t apply From his throat another lie The one that said he “cared” Not a gaze Dreaming past my clothes For him they became grave tolls But that day he had to say “Take it off” Then the stop he did decline Fist clenched Hoping to make a vast fence Pounding on his chest Yet he did not rest Pushing me down saying “Don’t make a sound” Turning my head As I said “please stop” But his frame remained dominate Holding hips Such hand never slip As I pushed and pushed But silence remained His sweat dripping My eyes slipped to a close ******* my lip My soul he caught a sip Taking part of me You will never see My pain nor claim As I’m too scared to show My neck bruised and claimed I will never be the same Skin unseenly stained Again never the same But a stain to stay Never yet to fray Not like a cast away hair You may not see in a week But for me it remains All of the stains It’s a dirt covering my skin As it was a sin But such a dirt never to be removed by soap I try with the hope It will leave Never again worrying about my sleeves Like a year long past Hope this dread won’t be so My story finally shared Not for you to care But to finally understand
Pain behind this story. Please help me improve it.