In His Grasp
A Poem for My Ex, a Six-Year Relationship in My Teenage Years Where I Was Used Every Day
14, wild but young,
And then I could feel his tongue,
I wanted to play,
But not in this way,
Push me down and take it off,
But that wasn't enough.
Innocent little girl in my head,
Unready for the ordeals lying ahead,
This isn't the way it is supposed to be,
"You're supposed to love me!"
On a year,
Still whisper "no" in fear,
Demands still necessary,
"This isn't supposed to be scary!"
Smart but not strong,
Messed up plan all along,
Wearing sanitary pads for no reason,
I'd do this all season.
Most intimate part of our love,
Dominated by storms above,
My Sahara just feels pain,
As you started to reign.
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Leanne Marie
23, UK // I write with an open minded and optimistic approach to life, love and experiences.
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