Innocence
I hope that your last breath is an apology whispered through the wind,
Landing on my window sill for everything you did.
I still have nightmares, I still try to scrub the stains from my soul.
I rub until my porcelain frame is bruised and I'm shaking because I can't let go.
I ing hate you.
Your eyes that showed no remorse and your sadistic smile that never slipped,
You simply leaned over my shaking form and licked the blood right off my lips.
You showed me a "love" that left me trembling with tears streaming down my face.
You dared put your filthy hands on me, my body forever out of place.
I feel your desires in my subconscious waves that still sedate me,
Your Hands around my throat as you effortlessly suffocate me.
I screamed as I felt you leave your teeth marks on my shoulder.
The therapist just shook her head with every word I told her.
She has that pen out and she's writing out another's script,
Another refill to make me "relax" another set of pills to make me sick.
I remember how youd used me, I remember all the lies.
I remember your satisfaction as you watched the tears swim in my eyes.
I couldn't clean myself enough to rid my pores of your scent.
I couldn't run fast enough to save my innocence.
I wanted You to crumble, I wanted you to feel my pain. I wanted you to break down.
I want you to Feel ashamed....
The heartache that i went through, those months of agonizing hurt.
Until I walked into that hospital ready to give birth...
Now as I look into our daughters eyes feeling broken And unsure what to do.
She smirks that exact smile with those same dark eyes...
She looks exactly like you.
Copyright © Wendy Boutin | Year Posted 2019
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