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cleo Jun 2013
you may not
believe in god,
but your body
is a temple
and deserves
to be treated as such.
cleo Jun 2013
i remember it all so clearly:
walking home with you,
conversation starts.
sitting on the couch:
you invite me to lie down,
conversation halts.

your hands on my thighs,
your lips on my neck.
you: unable to resist me.
we started off slow but i knew
i'd already surrendered all control.
me: unable to restrict you.

i opened myself up to you
tore down my walls
and exposed
my naked soul

in return
you took advantage
of my vulnerability
and violated
my naked body
cleo Jun 2013
it is difficult to hide
the scars that are not
branded on the skin.
for there is no sweater
for your mind,
no sleeves to roll down
and cover up
the brutal marks
within.

— The End —