You found me
and raped me
and tore apart
my hymen,
my heart,
my hope -
but I was seven then,
and learnt a day too late
how to kick you 'til you bruised.
Your voice calls out
to a weakbitchslutwhore
and you know I'll answer.
I'll turn the other cheek.
Turn with my back against
a wall as cold as your hands
(as cold and grey as your heart)
as I built my own walls, then.
Fortresses of concrete and crap.
They repelled you as much as I did,
and you never thought that possible.
And God, it feels so good
to know I'll never be clean
of the strength of you.
Author notes
Viva la vie boheme.
I don't know if this is what you're looking for, it just kinda came out.
A contest entry
- personal poetry. ❤ by aanika.
1147 points, ended September 13, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this was really sad.
^^pointless comment....
but I don't have much more to add...
brilliant though[as always]
♥
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So personal, I could feel it and can relate to it.
I miss you and I hope all is well
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My Darling,
What a powerful write this one is! You did a great job on it! I know how hard this was for you to write, but you captured the feelings really well! Great job darling!
Best of luck in this contest!
Ek is lief vir jou altyd
Mom
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the emotion in this hit hard.
beautiful, painful write.
thank you for entering. (:
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