I hope you defend my character to others.
I was endlessly kind to you, even more than I should've been. I stayed longer than I most would have. I lost my ability to trust men and be touched without panicking just for you to realize how horribly you treated others. I went through all of this and the only thing that came out of it was your desire to change. You better. You owe me, you owe your next partner, you owe the world that. Keep your fucking promise, unlike the last one you made me of loving me and never using me for sexual gratification. I don't care if you take your fucking secret (because omitting it from my life story will never be an option for me) of how you took advantage of me to the grave, but for the love of God don't burry me with it.
After raping me, that's the least you could do.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
