the teenage choice. ruined my life.

good morning my beauty. he says.
as i prop myself up on the mattress.
wasn't last night fun?
i shiver in response to the memory.

two weeks ago you were beautiful.
i could taste love on his lips.
with each romantic kiss.
we saw each other everday.
he was my saviour.
rich and perfect.
come to rescue me from the slum.

then i ran away to be with my love.
to live in his elborate hacienda.
first night. supposed to be the best night.
the first night of true lovers.
i'd spit in its face. if it did exist.

well tonight we are free to love.
he said holding a condom packet.
i don't think i'm ready for this.
i'm not even the legal age.
i reply in a shaky voice.

i have been waiting weeks.
for this chance to come along.
i don't care how old you are.
or how you feel about this.
i don't care what you want.
you are my girlfriend.
in my mansion.
you don't have a choice.
this is not up for compromise.

now i am broken and decaying.
living in fear of meeting your wrath.
no where to run when i
'fall down the stairs'
and everytime i cry he only hurt me more.

i wish i could turn back time.
and see right throught to his soul.
and tell him i was too good for him.

but wishing only makes it feel worse.
because now i am stuck with him.
too scared to break up.
but too broken to defy. take control.

[i am just another helpless victim]