Poems Of The Lonesome

Are You Happy?

Are you happy?
Are you happy to know my boyfriend spends hours to get me to stop shaking and crying from your force?
Are you happy?
Are you happy to know that I constantly question whether my body is mine or yours?
You've had such control over it for extended times.
So how can anything so controllable ever be mine?
..... If you only knew, the pain you caused.
If you only knew the rain that poured down the window to my mind screaming "what were you wearing that night!?"
.... I still feel those cold dead hands on my thighs and I still feel the pressure of your lips against mine.
Memories of those nights haunt me to this day so how can I delay my feelings of guilt as my body hits the quilt that lays on my bed that your mother gave me the Christmas when I said the truth hiding in the dead!
The same bed that you laid me on forcing me to do unspeakable things.
Taking my clothes off and ripping me of my purity...
How could you do this to me?
So I ask you again...
Are you happy?