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08.13.17

8/24/2017

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You complained that I wouldn't let you have what was yours
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But my body is not yours
I've said that I'm yours, but that doesn't mean you own me
Or my body or my soul
I can love you and still belong to no one
Don't you see?
In a moment of melancholy I let you take me
The way you wanted
Your favorite position, angle, what have you
I tell myself it's fine
Let you have your fun
And then a flash of pain
A triggered memory
I start to cry but I don't let you see
I let you finish because I feel bad
I leave the room and cry
The bathroom my safe little box
You don't know that you've hurt me
Or rather caused me to remember someone who did
I don't blame you
You didn't know
And I didn't realize what I'd locked away
You cry when I can finally breathe again
You hold me when I tell you
You cry
You apologize
I comfort you
A silly reversal of roles
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    Poetry from the past and present

    Poetry is not my forte, and I find most poetry to be sad or reflective of a teenage depressive state, but I have shared my rather crappy and depressive poetry to show my progression from sad and weird teen angst to sad
    and reasonable adult angst.

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