When I see you it feels as if the oxygen leaves my lungs.
With every breath I take I just lose more air.
I feel like I'm suffocating.
Hanging on for dear life to the little character I have left.
Choking and begging for my life back.
Screaming at the sky for my happiness back.
On the verge of insanity trying to figure out where I went wrong.
How did this all happen?
What did I do?
I don't know how this happened.
And I don't know what I did.
All I know is it happened.
And I think it's my fault.
After all I gave him my consent.
It wasn't real consent though.
It was fake words dressed as snakes.
It was my anxiety fearing for what would've happened.
It was the spiders in my lungs crawling out of my throat.
It just wasn't real consent.
It just wasn't real.
YOU ARE READING
He Broke Her.
PuisiThese are the poems from the mind of a girl who was broken by a boy. (These poems are about sexual assault if you are easily triggered please read with caution.)
