The hardest thing,
that I have had to do
Is trying to forget,
the image of you
I sense a bit of hostility,
coming from your mouth
Your intentions not so clear,
until you went further south
You took my life,
not one second too late
You took something from me,
leaving me with no sign of fate
You took a part of me,
that can not be given back
All because your decision that night,
was to hold me down with a smack
You stomped on my hand,
and slapped me across the face
You stuck your fingers,
in the wrong place
You made me scream,
out of pure fright
I can't believe you did this,
without an even fight
You punched me again,
and told me keep it shut
I reached for the phone,
as you punched me in the gut
Your friends thought it was funny,
I thought it to be a shame
Your body lay on top of mine,
I no longer felt the same
I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way you glare
I hate everything about you,
and your evil stare
I haven't forgotten,
all the things that you have done
Your presence that lingers,
I now begin to shun
I used to think it was all my fault,
I used to take the blame
But every where I look,
I still feel the shame
I have grown up now,
I am no longer that little girl
I cannot see your face no more,
my toes no longer curl
I can no longer see the image,
that always played in my head
I can now rest peacefully,
as I lay silently on my bed
The hardest thing,
that I have had to do
Is trying to forget,
the image of you
© Chantelle Tessmer, All rights reserved
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much luviez ... sparkeh
