my lover poets

to the boy...

to the boy...
who forced my mouth over him.
I thought you loved me.
but instead, 
you forced my knees to the ground,
telling me what to do.
you forced it upon me,
even though I had told you I wished not to.
I thought you had loved me,
but instead you loved my body,
you loved how I obeyed you.
but I only obeyed because I was afraid.

And to the boy...
who forced his body on me.
blood stained my body when I woke up,
my body still resting upon your bed.
the bed we had once cuddled on.
the night after you broke my body...
marking your territory,
by placing bruises on every limb,
allowing the blood to drip from me, touching your sheets.
I woke on your bed,
you had left.
your parents had told me you had left for work.
you pretended you had never raped your girlfriend to sleep the night before,
forcing her to sleep in her own blood.
too horny to wait,
you had destroyed everything between us.
now,
I will leave and never come back.
left to clean the blood from my vagina,
that you had forced.
to you,
I hope you will see what you had broken..
remember the color that the washer had taken out of your sheets,
the bit of color that had never fully washed out.