This is just a dream
He wouldn't of
He was so nice
I said no
I said stop
But he didn't
Why didn't he
It hurts
The bruises on my legs and chest
Why me
I should have known
My skin is crawling
He felt me
He saw me
He stole a part of me
This was not a dream
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
Poesíajust want to be clear I'm not at all a poet when I get bored I write whatever pops into my head and this is it
