i used to call you dad
because your love was the only kind of male love i've ever recieved
you told me you'd never do anything to make me uncomfortable
guess what?
everything you did made me uncomfortable
you told me to say no if i didn't want you to do something to me
guess what?
i told you no, thousands of times
you manipulated me in a way you knew would work
you begged and promised you will never want it again
you never kept your promise
i tried to speak up
guess what?
you convinced my mom i was a liar crazy or both
i guess i am crazy now
it's your fault
you probably shaped my entire personality
guess what?
i hate it
all of it and all of you
the smell of your mouth of coffee and cigarettes as you forced your lips onto mine
your voice as you said all those words
"it's our little secret, you don't me and mom to hate you do you?"
you might've forgotten already
but guess what?
i will never
it lives in me
my body and my mind will always remind me of the way you touched me
it will always remind me of your abuse
abuse that my young, innocent heart believed was love
there will always be a part of you in me
and i don't know who to hate more for it
you or myself
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetry„and like all lovers and sad people, i am a poet" just random thoughts i call poetry ❗trigger warning: mental illnesses, abuse❗
