I liked him like Oreos, dark appearance with a white filling,
a thoughtful bastard and definitely not charming.
Opening him like the cookie and savoring the white filling between,
we were two teenagers and he treated me like a queen.
Fifteen I was and he was at nineteen,
he groomed me until I was no longer clean.
Just like thin air, he got what he wanted and only passed by,
he had no explanations and reasons, I just received a goodbye.
I was now alone surrounding with dirtiness and guilt,
missing the innocence taken away by the hands of the guy who was a filth.
YOU ARE READING
For the record, I'm still alive
PoetryI can't believe I still exist after all the things I've been through for being too shy, too scared, for not speaking up, for letting them take advantage of me and manipulate me. A book full of rants and mostly poetry.
