Friends

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I'm supposed to be asleep,
Yet I lie awake here in my bed.
Reminiscing of every word
You and I had left unsaid.

That late evening in November's end,
That Friday you left me to broken to mend.
I gave you my trust and you threw it away.

It takes a lot out if me to trust men.
All thanks to what he did to me around age ten.
Ever since then, I've always felt tired,
Even worn thin.

But when you held me close,
I had felt like a kid again.
And because I succomed to my childlike wonder,
I was molested once again.

So sure..
No problem
We can just be friends.

12.20.16

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