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.
Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2023
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