written: april 30, 2020 (day 296)
you ask me to stay
in this hell built for two
you doubt that i love you
and i hate that i dopictures are framed
just how you want it
it's easy to ignore
how my eyes have grown hauntedevery touch is poisoned
by your hand
every look from anyone feels
like your harsh brandat first it was easy
for me to ignore
but forgetting is hard
it's my mandatory choreyou force me to stay
in this hell built for two
you ask if i remember
and i hate that i doyou had me framed
when you said it was wanted
but i said no
this isn't what i wanted

YOU ARE READING
it hurts until it doesn't
Poetrya collection of poetry the start of the story: 7•09•2019 published 7•09•2020 trigger warning: rape