Dangerous
Bruises
Cuts
Hands
His hands on my waist
Everyone tells me he is dangerous
He just a little aggressive
He makes my boring life into an upbeat world
His hands make me cover my face with sunglasses
He is just a great guy
He is just a little aggressive
He spins me around and around
Forcing me to stop resisting his taste
This don’t say anything at all about him
He is just a great guy
He is just a little aggressive
He rips my skirt because it was “turning him on”
He slowly bites my neck and bashes my skull onto the floor
“This is how I show me love” he tells me
Everyone say he is dangerous
I just say
He is just a great guy
He is just a little aggressive
He threw me in the boiler room in my high school
I wake up being laughed at by my classmates
He was standing there smiling at me
I cried for him to come to me
He smiled and walked away
I still follow him
They say he is dangerous
He is just a great guy
He is just a little aggressive
I love him
They say I shouldn’t be talking to him
Cause he “raped” me
I say, “He was just sexting me in the boiler room”
They say he is dangerous
I say he is just a great guy
He is just a little aggressive
After high school
He finally came to me with a gun
He wanted me to be his property
I was just a fool
I was his girlfriend
He wasn’t a great guy
He is aggressive
I am now in my ceil
Cause I killed him
He bruised
Cut
And beaten me for his pleasure
I did my pleasure
By killing him
He is an aggressive but decent guy
Now in a six foot grave surrounded by bugs and dirt
A guy that can taste his own blood
I should have listened to my friends
YOU ARE READING
Citadel
PoetryI wanted to dropped my guard and give you something to read from my infant days of writing poetry until now. I hope you enjoy it.
