In the dark hours,
times of low
and sorrow
I hear his voice
shattering my silence.
I want to kill his memories,
forget the time I spent captive.
I’ve been broken,
those words spoken
are still roaming
my head like smoke filling
a room of memory.
You watched me in the shower,
you watched me as I slept
on your sofa in the living room.
You took me in your mouth,
threw up all over me,
I am being blunt
because these feelings
could ruin me
if not expressed.
You took me when I was low,
in need of a friend
but that was not what you wanted,
and you shattered me
with your words and deeds
when you wanted my seed inside of you.
This is raw
like my emotions,
confused as I was about the moments.
So you made me hard,
it’s not that difficult to do,
but I was never into you
like you were into me.
We could have been friends
but then you kept wanting more,
now these many years later
I write these words
wanting to end your
influence over me.
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