Your name burns a hole through my stomach
You tainted me
Damaged goods
You broke my spirit and then left me wide open
I blamed myself for years.
Maybe I still do
But you
You destroyed me
The idea of being intimate
With anyone
Makes me sick to my stomach
The idea of his hands on me
Seeing your marks
Makes me want to scream
I can't be close to anyone
Simply because of what you did
Of what you took
Intimacy is impossible
When your name,
Your face
The thought of you
Burns away at my insides
Leaving me with nothing
But an empty shell
Of me
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ØVERTHINKING
PoesieØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
