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,
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--
because you stained--
far more than my sheets.
Don't touch me,
don't fuck with me.
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