Who gave you the right?
You haunt my sleeping and my waking
mind. I dream of you at night and fear you
in the day. I think of you constantly. Only you,
With your too large hands on my too small body.
I can't hug my boyfriend, can't handle criticism,
Can't deal with emotions. Because of you. Because
of your selfishness, because of your cruelty,
because of your sick perversions.
I had another dream tonight.
You starred in it, as always. You, with your slimy voice,
calloused hands, wet tongue. I woke up, tears spilling
down my cheeks again, the salt burning my skin
I've never hurt anyone. Not that I know of.
Never gotten into a fight, never done anything bad
enough to deserve this. So, why? Why did you do this to me?
I'm done waking up, gasping for air, with tears
in my eyes. I'm tired of crying over you.
You swept in and stole my life.
I'm not right because of you. I can't make love to
the love of my life. I can't talk to people. And love?
Love is a concept I couldn't comprehend. Not until
recently. I thought it was for others, but never
for me. No, I was ***** all used up. I wasn't made for
such frivolities. You took ******* love from me.
So, I ask again, who gave you the god ****** right?
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
Who gave you the right?
You haunt my sleeping and my waking
mind. I dream of you at night and fear you
in the day. I think of you constantly. Only you,
With your too large hands on my too small body.
I can't hug my boyfriend, can't handle criticism,
Can't deal with emotions. Because of you. Because
of your selfishness, because of your cruelty,
because of your sick perversions.
I had another dream tonight.
You starred in it, as always. You, with your slimy voice,
calloused hands, wet tongue. I woke up, tears spilling
down my cheeks again, the salt burning my skin
I've never hurt anyone. Not that I know of.
Never gotten into a fight, never done anything bad
enough to deserve this. So, why? Why did you do this to me?
I'm done waking up, gasping for air, with tears
in my eyes. I'm tired of crying over you.
You swept in and stole my life.
I'm not right because of you. I can't make love to
the love of my life. I can't talk to people. And love?
Love is a concept I couldn't comprehend. Not until
recently. I thought it was for others, but never
for me. No, I was ***** all used up. I wasn't made for
such frivolities. You took ******* love from me.
So, I ask again, who gave you the god ****** right?
