fourteen years old
and forever tainted
by the touch of a boy
who did not know
that no means no
and there is no convincing
now at sixteen
i struggle to let men
touch my shoulder
because i am afraid
that it will happen again
and my father warned me
"Now you know better. Never let it happen again"
i can't let him down anymore
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
