Jun 2014
Like loose pages in a note book, her self-esteem falls out, leaving her with nothing but an empty shell of herself,
as her mind dwells in a wasteland of hate & misery, she cant escape her memories, she constantly replayes to that day his hands covered the vulnerable, naked parts of her body,
never before touched, if only she knew what her precious parts ment to him, they meant nothing, he's done this before & cares less if he's hurting her *******.
She is scared & entrusting him with her body, with her delicate purity, in wich he is tainting,
he swaddled her up, kissed & carresed her, told her everything she needed to hear & feel for her to spread her legs & let him in to the doorway of her soul.
He used her body for his pleasure, like a tissue for his ****,
when she cried out "no" he sternly told her "shut-up".
Smoldering her heart from the core out, her feelings shaken, she is his for the taking, the only thing she had full control over was now shown-up, he owned her, tears leaked from her eyes, as he continuously pounded her body, sending sharp pains up her spine, rubbing in her face she was worthless & this man could do whatever he wanted to her, as she watched & could not do a thing about it,
she shook with cries as she so desperately wanted him out, but he wouldnt go, no this was HIS show, she had no control over her own body,
when he was done he left her with a horrid experience, in which she'll never forget.
Her heart had a hole just like the empty gap now between her legs & insides, where he had been,
her confidence was destroyed, her ******* so fragile & not even completly formed were used & abused & her birthmark near he belly button, in which her mother adored only reminded her of when she was once so innocent & pure, filling her with guilt.
She wished nothing more than to be that way again, she would do ANYTHING.
Now she walks around with a flicker of mistrust behind her eyes & a foreign body that not hers.
She'll never tell a soul because whats done is done & she never wants to relive that night.
That night her world fell like loose pages in a note book.
as her mind dwells in a wasteland of hate & misery, she cant escape her memories, she constantly replayes to that day his hands covered the vulnerable, naked parts of her body,
never before touched, if only she knew what her precious parts ment to him, they meant nothing, he's done this before & cares less if he's hurting her *******.
She is scared & entrusting him with her body, with her delicate purity, in wich he is tainting,
he swaddled her up, kissed & carresed her, told her everything she needed to hear & feel for her to spread her legs & let him in to the doorway of her soul.
He used her body for his pleasure, like a tissue for his ****,
when she cried out "no" he sternly told her "shut-up".
Smoldering her heart from the core out, her feelings shaken, she is his for the taking, the only thing she had full control over was now shown-up, he owned her, tears leaked from her eyes, as he continuously pounded her body, sending sharp pains up her spine, rubbing in her face she was worthless & this man could do whatever he wanted to her, as she watched & could not do a thing about it,
she shook with cries as she so desperately wanted him out, but he wouldnt go, no this was HIS show, she had no control over her own body,
when he was done he left her with a horrid experience, in which she'll never forget.
Her heart had a hole just like the empty gap now between her legs & insides, where he had been,
her confidence was destroyed, her ******* so fragile & not even completly formed were used & abused & her birthmark near he belly button, in which her mother adored only reminded her of when she was once so innocent & pure, filling her with guilt.
She wished nothing more than to be that way again, she would do ANYTHING.
Now she walks around with a flicker of mistrust behind her eyes & a foreign body that not hers.
She'll never tell a soul because whats done is done & she never wants to relive that night.
That night her world fell like loose pages in a note book.
