Poetry For Us 'Different' People

Assault

Looking at him is almost like a death sentence. The panic and butterflies in your stomach begin to arrive as your shirt hits the floor. The feeling of dread lurks behind your heart as your leggings roll past your toes. Your tears begin to develop once the clasps of your bra unhook. Those authoritative eyes scan your body as if you're a kitten he needs to roughen up. How can you be deathly afraid of someone but still idolize them? Once you try and break through, his grip tightens around your wrists,, and his impatient tongue trails down your shivering body. Your thighs tremble as his index finger traces the shape of a heart on your goosebumps. You wanted to say no, but you didn't want to seem grouchy. His manipulative mouth took you by surprise before you could object to his ways. His soft fingertips left the rotting bruises you had to cover. The wicked dance he twirled to get girls into his bed had captured you and you didn't notice until this moment. His kisses were so juvenile and ferocious that your lips started to swell with guilt. Your eyes never looked back at his, you couldn't face the man that left such prominent marks on your heart. Purple, red, blue, every color showing as his teeth graze against your skin. You thought he'd at least be gentle, but his movements were vulgar and acidic. The moans he exhales are from the pleasure of corrupting you. His breath hits your neck and you begin to suffocate. There's no room to force your way out of his desperate grip. Your anxious lips throb from his forceful actions, and you're loyal body shows signs of instant regret. His mistrustful hands caress your inner thighs, you're paralyzed. His hands seem warm, yet his heart is frozen. You feel his distasteful fingers move inside you, his inhumane pace starting to impair your judgement. You start to feel your heart pound faster and faster until it finally breaks. His witty smile had taken your morals and threw them away. You knew you didn't want this, but the thought of rejecting him was unforgiving. His flexible body moves up yours. A kiss here, a bite there, another hickey somewhere, his vigorous self refusing to stop. Your legs are pushed down onto your chest, ankles grazing against his hips. You feel him inside you, your whole body frozen. You've let yourself get to this point, you feel as if it's all your fault. You're corrupted, broken, and now a bruised by this man's ways. 

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Hey guys, this poem might be uncomfortable for some of you and I completely understand. Anyways, the reason or idea behind this poem means a lot to one of my friends who had been raped over the summer.  She said she needed something to express her emotions without making her break down, so I made her this.  She's learning how to cope, and she's doing better. Remember, if you've ever been harassed or have been raped... speak up.  It is extremely important that you do, which is easier said than done. If you don't speak up, it'll just get harder and harder to cope. And, no one deserves to go through that. <3 

 I love ya'll! :)    <3