In under 7 years
I can rest knowing
that you will have
never touched me
In this skin
of mine that I wear
I will be someone
completely new
someone without
you.
without your hands
wandering my body
my curves,
whispering in my ear
how much you love me
and how that would never
change
"spread your wings"
your eyes meet mine, laughing.
"more like spread your legs"
what humor is this?
some sick joke that a girl of
fifteen is supposed to know?
In under 7 years
I can rest knowing
that you will have
never touched me
In this skin
of mine that I wear
I will be someone
completely new
someone without
you.
with someone new,
someone who cares
about me, though
I may still be learning
not
to
flinch
when I bend
down to grab something
from the floor
someone who doesn't need
their hands on me
in order to love me.
In under 7 years
I can rest knowing
that you will have
never touched me
In this skin
of mine that I wear
I will be someone
completely new
someone without
you.