*TW: sexual assault*
i don't know how to write this
how to poeticize the trauma again
how to reword all the pain
i have no synonyms for disgust
and anger
and empty
and betrayed
no metaphor for his hands
no simile for the way i froze
no other way to explain other than
it happened again
and
he said he loved me
and
i feel like it's my fault—
there are no other words to write
there are no other words to say
there are no words
at all.
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
