My body was not yours to take,
My innocence, not yours to claim,
You put your hands where they weren't meant to be,
You left your marks where they weren't supposed to be,
You left me with a fear of trust,
An empty shell, a broken husk.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
