Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Don't touch me, don't fuck with me...

Don't touch me, 
don't fuck with me.
You realize,
that is the mantra you gave
a. fourteen. year. old. 
I was young. 
I was innocent.
I still believed there was good in the world,
and you came along
and tore apart my hopes --
and my dreams. 
I started covering up,
scared of what I was. 
A woman. 
Or, at least in your eyes,
an object.
I still walk,
with my knuckles turning white 
from clenching my knife --
Don't touch me, 
don't fuck with me. 
You are an asshole,
you have ruined my life. 
All I can say is a hope you rot in hell,
you deserve it
because you stained-- 
far more than my sheets.
Don't touch me, 
don't fuck with me. 

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