His Touch
As he stood there
In my presence
I tremble with fear
Who is he?
And why did he make me tremble
Is what my parents wondered
He was a friend
I stuttered to answer
The clouds of fear and paranoia roll in
Even though he looks different
He smells different
His voice is different
His presenece still sends a shiver down my spine
The memory of his touch opens up the cuts
As he approaches me
I can't catch my breath
I start to panic
I try and keep calm
I try not to let him notice
Maybe if I act unfazed
If I act as if I don't feel like dying
He'll stop right?
Is what I thought
The thing he didn't want to
He wanted me
He wanted me to know he had power
He wanted me even more when I put up a fight
But not for love
Not to just be a friend
Not for laughter
But for his guilty pleasure
Even if I didn't want him
He didn't care who was around
He didn't care where he put his hands
And he sure as hell didn't care when I pulled away from him
As days go by without his touch piercing my skin
I catch a bit of fresh air
Freedom of not wanting to cut off every part of my body he had touched
In a way I thought he'd surrender
But no
I was wrong
I was being looked at as if I were bait
He just wanted to wait
Wait for when I felt free
Then he swooped in
Taking my innooncencce
Leaving me stranded
In the dark
It's ok I'm fine he'll stop is what I keep on thinking
The feeling he had given
Used to sting like a cold blade to the skin
Eventually you get used to the feeling right?
Feeling that your just on earth for a someone's pleasure
Wether it's conesual or non consensual
Everyday was just a broken record
Just being repeated
Now when I see youu
My heart skips a beat
And I hate to admit it
But I accept my defeat
You won
You took away my sunshine
You took away my purity
Leaving me trembling
Leaving me running in fear
Searching for
The heart you took
The innonecence you stole
A way to hide the scars you had left
I doubt that you know it
Know that it was wrong
Knew how bad it hurt
Knew how much I cried
But you did
The sight of your face makes my skin start to burn
But that is what you yeanred
As your fingertips start to claw into my skin
I ask myself did I fullfill his needs?
Even if I did he wasn't satisfied
He was selfish no matter how much it hurt me
It didn't matter to him if he was the reason I bleed
