He caressed
My face
My stomach
My body
Telling me
He loves me
He'll never leave
As he makes me
Feel like
I finally belong
And then
The argument
The yelling
He hits me
And he doesn't
Apologize
He does not love me
He loves the idea
Of me
The obedient
Caring
Loving
Version of me
That is not always
A reality
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The Poems of a Young Girl
PoesíaTW - I won't give any specific trigger warnings but there will be triggering things in here, so please don't read if you find that disturbing. This is just a collection of poems - all written by yours truly - in the deepest, darkest stages of my lif...
