You touched me, I said no. Your hands on my body are like knives slicing my skin. you would not stop. your skin felt like needles dragging across my ridged cold body. you could have stopped. you could have given me mercy. you left me there to cry and bleed like a fountain of red blood in a snowy forest. so, tell me why you chose me. Why did you choose to hurt me so bad? You saw my face. The face of pure hatred.Why couldn't it have been anyone else but me? I was your blood, I loved you and you hurt me so bad I left my body that night. I have not returned. I will not return. my body has a sign on it that I can not repaint. I can not push you off. I cannot say what I have always wanted to say. I will never be the girl you used to know. I will be the girl who lost herself when she begged you as if you were a god. to stop and think about what you were doing. you pushed me to my limit and pretended I was nothing but an item. you could not look me in my eyes because if you did you would see the pain you have inflicted on me like a lost sheet of music that longs to be played but will never. I am damaged because of you and I do not mean damaged goods. I mean a damaged body. I will never be the same and you are to blame. so, tell me again that you wish we were not blood. I will always be your blood and wish you never touched me like we were not.
based on a true story- this poem I made to help other women and men relate and get through hurt.
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always tryna find someone who relates
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The line "You saw my face. The face of pure hatred" really hit the most for me tbh. but as soon as I read the first line, I got chills down my spin because I knew I related on a whole different note to this. Honestly, this is angelic and you capture the feeling of it yk-
Incredibly graphic, but it's really good.
wow
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awesome work
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