I thought…

I thought it was love, ‘cause he knew my name

Said I was pretty, I guess I’m to blame.

He gave me attention that I always craved

Sixteen, naive

My innocence taken away.

Baited me in with lies and said we’d be ok.

That little girl, a trauma filled teen

Became a women trapped in this man’s greed

I though I’d be happy, I thought he could change

But he took what little joy I had away.

Expected to lie here, and say it’s ok

Wake up each morning with a smile on my face

Dying inside and so filled with rage

I feel paralyzed and frozen in place.

—-

The voice in my soul

Gets louder by the day

It’s thawing the ice frozen deep in my veins

You called me pretty

But it’s not the same

I know now that I’m not to blame for the mistakes you made.

How could you?

Doesn’t it hurt to keep playing this game?

The rules have been broken

Again and again

I’ll throw down my cards and I’ll walk away.

~A