Nighttime
He came in the dead of night,
I could hear his footsteps in the hall,
Hear him pause outside my door
I covered my head,
Tried to make myself disappear
I didn't want you there,
but you came anyway,
and touched me
Your hands were everywhere,
places they shouldn't be
Hurting me
I begged you to stop,
you kept saying,
That you loved me
But you didn't
For if you had
You could have never done it.
I begged you not to,
but you insisted
saying I liked it
but I hated it
and I hate you
and I still do.
Copyright © April Bartaszewicz | Year Posted 2007
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