his hands
By donnamarie
running his hands along my breasts one more time... never ask. just tell. no. yes. "i love you." no. "but i love you." no. see, love doesn't change my made-up mind, my principles, or my heart. love doesn't constitute this... this... tresspass of hands and lips and eyes and dick. love doesn't justify this. no. out. but hesitation ensues. no. yes. non-existent understanding. non-existent heart. non-existent love. n u l l & v o i d is me and my voice. unfair. the strength of arms. wrong. the pain and blood. i didn't want it this way. your way. (i am not burger king: 'your way, right away'...) oh, the bitter laughter. oh, the bloody tears. my shameful eyes. my torn insides... O O O W W W yes. no. yes. you won. love doesn't justify this... this... violation tresspass any other words? NO! i forgot... that doesn't matter...mistakes and injustices and crimes and bitterness and loss and love and pain and anger and nightmares and and and... emotional distress. i love to be taken advantage of. i love the pain. i love feeling dirty and used and guilty... never healed... i'll never be healed... Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 10:49 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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