I wear worry on my face
Always
You put it there
At night, tears stream down my cheeks
They have your touch inside them
When I am around other older men
My shoulders tense up
And I don't even realize it
You've made me this way
Im rotting inside
Because you have placed
The maggots of your fingertips
Into my most vulnerable
Areas
You have made me concave
By planting your authority
Inside of me
I wish
That I would never have to see
Your face
Again
I don't want to remember
What you used to do to me
I am still broken
From the inside out
Because of you
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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...
