Not My Choice Pt 2

He met me At my weakest point, The first boy To give me attention. Maybe that’s why I fell for him. Not for his charms, His looks, or his laugh, But the fact that he looked at me Like I made the sun. I’m not filled with regret, Because it’s in the past. But I do wish, I’d never been that girl Who’d jump if he asked. He used me And abused me. Emotionally And physically. Maybe he loved me, At some point in life, But in my point of view, I’d been a toy he could use. Looking at it now, I have the answer To the question: Five years is long, It’s marriage to most, So why am I not Balling my eyes out? The answer is simple: Throughout Those 5 years, Nothing was ever my choice, He only made it seem so. It was never my choice To touch him like that, Never my choice To have sex with him. It was never my choice Giving into his will. He took advantage Of the shy little girl. Why would anyone miss Being manipulated that way? Maybe I loved him, But not anymore.