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True Love Waits
May 22, 2015
A ghost of a poem violated in the middle of the bed
My tears cry our but never reach his head
Humiliated, I am a song of desire, too passionate to deny his name
Crushed under the steel thighs of a self seeker, a pretender, who is never satisfied by his fame
Drained of beauty I am a body walked all over, terrified to be uncovered
I feel a piece of my heart break when I look into your eyes and realize it was all fake
Wishing I could find someone who will understand, I'll sit here and greulingly wait for the pain to end
© Anonymous
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When I was 15 I was raped by an old boyfriend of mine. To release my anger and my pain, I wrote a poem about it and left my feelings and hatred towards him in that poem.