I rue the day where I learn to say "no"
That will be the day I will have to let go
Tell my younger self they are not mature for being older
They are sophomoric and I cannot bring myself to understand why you accepted this form of torture
Lips feel less coarse as you grow able to demand the respect that you give
Step back and breathe just take these last few years to enjoy being a kid
Grown men will jeopardize your life
What the hell were you thinking? He is well over thirty-five
It Is hard to find my visage in the car window
Easier to find it in the imprints of someone else's pillow
Love is not always unkind despite the fact somedays it may feel futile
That the first taste will always be brutal
Influenced by the books you read about vampires in Transylvania
The cartoons you watched and an aunt and fathers mythomania
Nineteen and I still cannot rip out the pacifier
That makes me forget to take the clothes out from the dryer
Forget my teeth they still remember the words they wish to say
Not a soul that can get me drunk enough to pray
Not a soul that can soothe me to sleep
So, they wait till I am drugged up enough to agree that they should pack up their things and leave
But I prefer it over getting me so buzzed that they could suck the blood from my teeth
It is easy for me to accept it when I have not been laid in weeks
Mr. Jay where are you I think I need the rush
It is ok if you kill me, I just want to be touched
Self-destructive tendencies shove their way through
I am not an addict if I am the one who is asking to be used
The alcohol is the one that is begging for me
The shitty men and their partners are the ones that try to lure me into the depths of their sheets
I am the mistake that turned please into consent
He counted me as points, but I never said yes
So, him for the win I hope I am seen so much more than some score
Maybe a win and not the school's whore
Daddy issues never let me say no
So, the boys manipulated a yes out of the "I do not know"
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
