
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
Whew what a piece this is. And what a piece of work in my opinion.
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Haha you’d be right 🙃
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The short sentences pack a lot of power and emotion. Nicely written, Alexandra.
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Thank you, Shari!
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