The insults he spits at me stab my chest

It feels almost as good as when he  grabs my breast  so, I egg him on

It isn’t long until his hands are around my arms, my eyes wide and my breath caught

I search in his black, dark eyes for a soul

My quest is abandoned when he suddenly kisses me

I quickly pull my face away

I dared for another insult, though it sounded like I was begging

He degrades me as he feels me

His hands are selfish and his words unforgiving until the monster in him slowly sizzles out

I lay down and he positions himself on top of me, and I look into a different man

His black eyes become brown

He tells me it’s gonna be okay

That he cares about me

He rides me as I stare at the ceiling

Never feeling so alive and so dead at the same time

Soon he reaches his climax and I’m left on the ground

I lay there feel worthless and used

Tears fall from my eyes and my lips curve up in a smile

My heart swells and drops

My body aches for his numb yet explosive touch

His worthless yet torturous words

The way he hurts me feels too good



Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741