All that comes to mind when I think of you is a name of a drink that I can't remember the name but only the taste of butterscotch. It's sweet bitter taste to drown my sorrows, But I'm only drinking it to wash the taste of blood out of my mouth and the screams from me tell you to get out! You whisper in my ear as you coddle me "It won't happen again I promise" I believe you the first time then it happens again but this time it ends in stitches in my leg. The sweet taste of butterscotch soothes me again. My head screams from your words and my body cringes at your touch, You day to me your touch is only meant to be sweet but is it really? Is it sweet when your choking me against the wall, or when you smack me across my face? Then the taste of butterscotch soothes my wounds again. Then My memory fades to the time in your car where we got high and you thought it was okay to feel me up even though my body cringed at every touch. Then you told all of my friends i was begging for it. Then you made it so I was truly alone when you left. You moved not saying a word. My body aches and cried and I ached and cried for you to stop but you mercilessly continued to torment me making sure I had nothing left to my name. Only leaving me alone with the Taste of Butterscotch.
