It's been years.
Why do your actions affect me still as if it happened just yesterday?
It's been six years.
Why have my passions stayed shriveled since my 15th birthday?
For him it was a normal Thursday.
By now his actions have prickled my every thought.
Am I pretty enough?
The reality hit me every time.
Am I good enough?
Understood enough?
It's been six fucking years.
My skin will no longer have your touch in one year as my cells regenerate.
So why do your yells still penetrate my every move?
Youre a douche.
YOU ARE READING
dear first love,
شِعرpoems about heartbreak and healing. TRIGGER WARNING: SEXAUL ASSAULT. ⚠️I WROTE ALL OF THESE. DO NOT USE THEM.⚠️
