you touched my skin
tearing my innocence away
you knew what you were doing
you knew I didn't want it
and you didn't care
my first experience with a boy, a moment I'd remember it for the rest of my life
screaming on the inside
Believing I was supposed to want it
To want you
then why did I feel like crying?
What did you wear that night? It's all your fault.
A baggy sweatshirt and jean shorts.
Maybe I should've known better. Once you're in the moment. You do anything for it to stop.
The panic attacks still haunt me.
Whenever another man touches me.
Feeling him wrap his arm around my waist I jump, feeling you.
It doesn't matter where I go or what I do. You surround me.
YOU ARE READING
Her mind..
PoetryA journey through her mind, her struggles; her pain, her heart, her soul and her mind, all expressed through words.
