In the beginning
It's all I thought about.
No matter what I was doing.
What happened playing over,
and over
in my mind.
Convincing myself
of the story you told me.
"We were just having fun."
Your eyes said, but your smile
was no longer a smile at all.
And soon your eyes were the same.
You knew it wasn't fun.
It wasn't fair.
Wasn't consensual.
And you weren't bothered
of hurting me,
rather of getting caught.
And having to own up to your consequences.
YOU ARE READING
ache & after
PoetryAche & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discover...
