I've tried to find the right words to say what I want to say but I can't.
Nothing can describe the feeling I get when you put your cold hands on me.
And yet, I still love you.
They tell me it's wrong, but I can't believe them.
How could someone who claimed they loved me do something so bad?
But then I realized just what I was protecting.
A liar.
A person who got drunk and would always smoke.
A person who would touch my body as if I was something you earned by RIGHT when you got bored.
And yet, I still love you.
You claim it's a game.
When I say no, you hear yes.
When I say stop, you hear go.
And you don't stop.
It's not a game.
This.. isn't a game...
But to you, it is.
Because I am YOURS in your eyes.
Because I am nothing more than a trophy to you.
And there is nothing to free me from your cold, clammy hands around my neck, suffocating me.
I cannot breathe.
And yet, I still love you.
You held me down by chains and wouldn't let me free unless YOU got what YOU wanted.
But it wasn't what I wanted.
It isn't what I want.
I am disgusted...
I now avoid your gaze.
I avoid your touch.
I avoid you.
And yet, I still love you.
You've claimed ownership over me but you are not my parents.
You are not my father.
You lost that title the moment you decided to make me feel uncomfortable.
So to my father who decided to sexually harass me... fuck you asshole. 🖕
