You touch me without consent
When nobody's looks you graze my chest
Your touch feels like poison
Yet I stay trapped in this prison
You took it upon yourself
To make me hate myself
Hate my curves that make you want me
Hate my lips you used to try and tame me
Whispers of sweet nothing you instilled in me
Make me want to cry
Weep for the soul that was wasted on you
You make me hate myself
Enough to make me claw my skin off
I wish it was you
I wish it was your skin I clawed off
You deserve it.
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silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
