Look What You've Done to Me

He
t o r e
the stitches in my skin and opened me up

I think it must be a mix up, after all he’s a
g r o w n u p

He stole the
b l o o d
from my wound to quench his thirst

The worst part is, he says,
“I ’ m y o u r f i r s t”

Hot breath on my neck and
h o t h a n d s
on my thighs

All hands on deck,
p i e r c i n g
hunger in his eyes

My
s c r e a m s
gleam off his square wire glasses

My
d r e a m s
stream down my cheeks burned to ashes

Silky smooth skin
s i n g e d
by unwanted fingers

Skin that’s been
t i n g e d
by a touch that still lingers

Eyes that
u n d r e s s
me, eyes that devour me

Obsess over the
u n t o u c h e d
flower of my body

Hands on the
w r o n g
side of my bathing suit

Then he
s i n g s
me a song and tells me I’m cute

Pursed lips will forever
h a u n t
my dreams

He was subtle and clever, now I’m
b u r s t i n g
at the seams

I guess that's why I wear long pants and long sleeves
Because the less skin I show, the fewer looks I’ll receive