It started off with silly games
Oh slap for slap
And stealing my things
My mum taught me
Teasing is when they like you
So that was ok
It then got into punching
And leaving bruises on my arm
Trying to break your personal record
Of how much I'd wince
But your only teasing so it's ok
You took me to my room one night
As I was merely half asleep
You whispered
Don't cry doll this will only hurt a bit
You like me
But this is not ok..
- G
YOU ARE READING
Train rides and oceans
PoetryA poetry book: heartbreak, love, healing, growth, time. A tale of my life In short story like poems A shift in my focus Rebalance - G
