Aftermath

Sometimes people look like loaded guns

sometimes loaded guns look like friends

sometimes I can’t tell the difference 

I flinch when he touches me

cry when sex is too soft

because it reminds me of assault 

I beg him to hit me harder

fuck me rougher

call me a bitch

a slut

tell me I’m worthless

valitdate every negative thought

 cut me

deeper

than I ever have before

give me new scars to wear like tattoos

say you wanna fuck me

dont call it making love

when you are done

hand me a loaded gun

and say it is my friend

when I ask you why

say there is no difference 

say this is what people really look like