You wouldn't want to make a scene now, would you?
That's what he told me when we'd
Be at bbq's with his family
Or just out and about in general.
His hand would squeeze my
Hip so tight that
I'd have bruises
For ages.
I'd have marks on my body
And pretend that I fell,
At least that's what I told everyone.
Keep quiet, and don't tell anyone, okay?
That's what he'd say before
He'd try and
Invade my being.
I'd struggle against his tight grip
But I'd just get hurt.
That's how it went for months
Until he got bored with me.
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Hopeless State Of Mind
PoetrySad peoms and stories from built up emotions & memories over the past 3 years.
