I often forget
How terrible you were
You knew I was in love with you
And would have done anything to please you
I would have killed myself for you
Instead you asked for
What little innocence I had left
Even when I didn't want to
I gave you everything
At thirteen
Because it made you happy
I gave you my body.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry About My Abuse
Poetryit's the title. if you're interested read it. if not keep looking. obviously tw.
