He ravaged me;
broke me until
tears became constant,
and smiles rarer with
each phase of the moon.

It hurt to bleed so
heavily, so
suddenly, so
An open wound
weeping, yet you continued
to lie, to fuck me so selfishly,
to take, to not ask if I was even okay…


  1. The poem. Raw, honest and powerful. This is poetry.

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    1. thank you! It was at first difficult to write; the emotions dragged me back to a difficult time. But I’m happy I wrote it-it was the catharsis I needed 💕💕💕

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      1. You did well. Make the read feel the words and you are welcome.

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