To Love

I never wanted to remember

The things that lurk at the back of my mind.

It wasn’t my choice

To experience her touch.

I was only eleven,

maybe twelve at best,

And she chose me

To experiment and play with.

I had no desire to touch,

Or even be touched,

But I was scared, weak

And I didn’t know how to say no.

So it happened,

And happened and happened over again.

Soon others were brought in,

To look and stare and touch.

I never wanted to remember,

The things that lurk at the back of my mind.

It wasn’t my choice

To experience being broken.

All I wanted was to love easily…

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Concrete Angel – Martina McBride

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