It was only a dream
just a dream one little dream
barely a dream of a dream
yeah
But I could still feel him.
those large hands on me
that sapped away my strength
and brightened my vision
with swirling exploding stars
(It was only a dream)
I could feel where those large
blunt nails tore into my skin
when I struggled and fought back
my body tingled with the
first signs of bruising where
I felt his blows land or
his hands tighten to hold me down
(It was only a dream)
my mouth stung from his only kiss
my body burned as if his stubble
had actually scratched at my skin
while he bit holes in me
I could smell him on me
his sweet breath that always
smelled of warm fresh chocolate
(It was only a dream)
I could smell that musty scent that
slowly wafted off of him
the more he exerted himself.
I would bet everything I own that
my sheets smelled like his cologne
(It was only a dream)
I could feel myself trembling
and my throat burned
burned like it always did
after I screamed so much for so long
I was even whimpering
curled up and crying
(It was only a dream)
Everything hurt and I felt useless
The echoes of his words while
he-he--
throughout it still rang in my ears
He would make me repeat after him
and I was now, the words slid
from my numb and frantic lips
while I lay limp and beat
(It was only a dream)
"I'm a whore, sir, your whore, sir."
"I'm worthless, sir, I can do nothing, sir."
"I'm helpless, sir, like a newborn bitch, sir."
"I'm useless, sir, totally useless, sir."
"Nobody loves me, sir, nobody cares, sir."
"No one would help me, sir, no one will save me, sir."
"I asked for this, sir, I begged for it, sir."
"I want this, sir, I want it so bad, sir."
"I misbehaved, sir, I deserve this, sir."
"I love you, sir, I love you, sir."
"I love you, sir, I love you-"
"I love you, sir, I love-"
"I love you, sir, I-"
"I love you, sir."
"I love you."
"I love-"
"I-"
(It was only a dream)
It was just a dream
one little dream
but, it wasn't,
it was a memory
and I loved it
while I hated myself
for loving it for wanting it
"You whore."
I pull my knees to my chest and hug them.
"I'm your slut, sir, your little bitch, sir."
I cry myself back to sleep
(It was only a dream)
Author notes
This hurt a lot to write; almost too much.
I really don't know if I should put it up. but whatever.
wrarw!™
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Omg i love this. The last three lines im so in love with. Deap. YOur a damn good writer. Really dark yet since im listening to empty promises by behind crimson eyes. this write is almost inspirational. It conveys such vivid emotion. great write -
omg, you got me cryin. this poem is dripping in pain, i love it. i'm glad you could get your feelings out, thats what makes this so wonderful.
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WOW! i'm speechless! there was so much emotion in this poem, i couldn't stop reading it once i started.
great write
xoxox Zoe <3 -
wow dude i read it this time im not sure what to make of it seemed a little rude that is jacked up of some one to treat you like that did that really happen ? cause i would kill some one no joke im not even playing some dude did that to me they would end up in a dumpster with there head lopped off
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I don't think I'd get away with killing him. and yes, it did happen.
and thanks for actually commenting this time.
shine on
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nice
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i dont know that to say
its good to get things out thoough, sweety
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wow... I don't know what to say I give you props on having the guts to penn this and post it! As I read it, I couldn't tell if this was something that was welcomed at first. Upon first reading it, it reminded me of BDSM. Then as I read further I felt you being violated and torn apart
No one should have to face such degredation! You are a wonderful man and a wonderful poet! 
Peace and Love always
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that's exactly what I was aiming for Bleu™. It's nice to know I hit my target. thanks for reading. thanks for...eh just thanks
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