I apologize, Because again
I winced
And turned away
When you went to touch me.
You look at me with
A mix
Of pity and frustration
In your eyes
As you respond
It's fine
You gave me
No justification
For the vulnerability
That I was feeling...
But tell me
How am I supposed to forget
That the first time
I was touched
Was by the hands
Of someone unkind
A person
That did me harm.
How am I supposed to
Fall out of that?
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Her Story
PoetryNo more hiding. My name is not Alex, or Leila, or Stevie. I'm Stephanie and I haven't had everything great, though some things definitely are. Though, my poetry only reveals itself in heartache, so these are mostly sad. I hope you learn more about m...
