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i don't want to talk about it to the people who want to know. i want to talk about it to the people who don't have to know, but don't mind anyway. i want to tell you, actually. about when i was too lonely to know what i was doing. when my no was not firm enough, was not said often enough. so they played me, and i don't blame them. i was so vulnerable. so easy to take advantage of. why not? i was disposable, useable only for a moment of pleasure. and it really hurt, but i just sat there. and took it. and now look at me- fighting flashbacks when a classmate makes a joke about the four letter R word. crying for no reason.
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
once upon a lonely night
i don't want to talk about it to the people who want to know. i want to talk about it to the people who don't have to know, but don't mind anyway. i want to tell you, actually. about when i was too lonely to know what i was doing. when my no was not firm enough, was not said often enough. so they played me, and i don't blame them. i was so vulnerable. so easy to take advantage of. why not? i was disposable, useable only for a moment of pleasure. and it really hurt, but i just sat there. and took it. and now look at me- fighting flashbacks when a classmate makes a joke about the four letter R word. crying for no reason.
scarredwarrior
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
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