Poems

treehouse

note: This piece was hard to write, and will probably be hard to read. I love you guys and don't want to hurt you in any way by making you read something sad. I debated for days about whether or not to post it, but I want to be a poet, and poetry isn't always easy. Take a deep breath before you begin reading. 

It happened in a treehouse 

I took you there to show you my childhood,

And you took it from me.

Surrounded by names

Carved into the walls by my friends—

Yours is now the only name in my memory.

You kept reminding me that I loved you

And that meant I couldn't say no.

So I just waited silently.

You took my hands from me

Made me touch you where you wanted

You closed your eyes and breathed heavily.

But that wasn't enough,

Because then you grabbed my neck

Made me sit there on my knees.

Your legs shook

My mouth filled with salt

You gripped my hair tightly.

My eyes watered

You said it was a gag reflex

But these were tears from deep inside me

"Lay down."

"No."

You chose not to hear me.

You pushed back on my shoulders.

You checked over the wall.

You said I was sexy.

"Just let me do this"

"You want this"

"I'm your boyfriend. You love me"

Leggings pulled down,

Your hands on my chest—

I left my own body.

Focused on the ceiling

Listened to the wind in the leaves

Gripped the wooden boards tightly.