A year and Nine months ago today.
The world I knew was torn from my grasp.
I no longer knew who I was.
And who i still am.
And it's not easy to get over
The man who fingered me
As if to scoop out cantaloupe seeds
Aggressive
Forcefully
And i try to understand why it still affects me
Why i can still feel him through all this time.
All this ******* time.
He told me he loved me
That no one could ever replace me
I was unique.
But honey laid on his lips
A sweetness
To mask the bitterness he had hidden
A bitterness i could never see.
To this day
I don't know who i am.
I only know my name.