you taught me loss.
in its deepest meaning.
to be ripped inside out
until there was nothing left of me.
you showed me sex
in the way it should never be felt.
full of coercion
and lies.
you told me again
and again
that i deserved better
then gave me your worst
and that's what i called love.
i didn't understand
the look of horror on some boy's face
when he had to tell me
that i shouldn't have sex
if i didn't want to
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
