Tell me I'm broken
tell me I cannot love the same again
But do not tell me my trauma was my fault
do not tell me my trauma defines me
do not tell me I cannot love myself after he hurt me
Do not tell me I cannot love another
my heart full of curiosity yet my passion eating up every moment of your touch
I yearn the feeling of happiness once again
what was it like before he hurt me?
What was it like before I had not lost control
Losing focus of your grasp on every inch of my body
What was it like to be untouched?
What was it like to be innocent ?
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Her mind..
PoetryA journey through her mind, her struggles; her pain, her heart, her soul and her mind, all expressed through words.
