You ask why I'm avoiding
Hands which frighten me.
You ask what you did wrong
After touching with self-indulgence.
You bring me back
To when I was nine.
I am a child
Begging... for you to stop.
Pleading;
Pulling large hands away.
But this time,
I'm nineteen.
I feel ***** once again,
And the tears aren't cleansing.
They are a reminder...
Of the innocence I never had.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
You ask why I'm avoiding
Hands which frighten me.
You ask what you did wrong
After touching with self-indulgence.
You bring me back
To when I was nine.
I am a child
Begging... for you to stop.
Pleading;
Pulling large hands away.
But this time,
I'm nineteen.
I feel ***** once again,
And the tears aren't cleansing.
They are a reminder...
Of the innocence I never had.
For RS
(Please leave me alone.)
