XXVIII.

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don't touch me
back up
get away from me

these are all things I wanted to say
things in my head
every time
you were around
every time I was forced to be near you

and when I finally told
i finally opened up
you called me a liar

said i probably wanted it
so it was a fantasy

me

a child
a preteen
a teenager
a young adult

me

my fault

it's something
that will never leave me

i carry it every day
even though you're gone
you're out of my life

it'll always be there
in the back of my mind

but you know what?
the ones who mattered
they believed me

i didn't need you
i never did.

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