and maybe I shouldn't have

When you told me it was just a kiss I believed you

When you told me you'd be gentle I believed you,

but my sister's life told me different

The pain in her eyes told me that what I was going through,  

She had experienced ten times over

I saw her mistakes

I saw one child turn into three

I saw a man who told her many pretty things turn into a monster she could no longer stand the sight of

I saw her and within her I saw me

I saw a future I didn't want to adopt, but when you told me I was pretty my vision was blurred

All I heard was the pretty things you told me

I believed you 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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