To the boy who is trying to hold me
I am sorry I'm not easily held
Sometimes I slip through the cracks and you have to grip a little harder than your used to
I am sorry
The last boy who held me tight was gripping my throat growling for me to just let him touch me
To the boy who is trying to touch me
I am sorry it takes me so long to answer when you ask if I'm alright
I have forgotten what it means to say no and be heard
To the boy who is trying to kiss me
I was confused when your lips felt so gentle
You kiss me as if I am fragile
And I guess I am
But my lips are used to the force of a man I do not wanna be kissing
To the boy who is trying to help me forget
I promise I'm trying to forget
My brain does not block out trama
It relives it every night
I can still feel the bruises that littered my thighs
To the boy who is starting to heal me
Thank you
