I never told him to stop what he did to me
I should have told him, I know, but I was so naïve
I hated confrontation and I still do
But who knew that wound would leave a bruise?
I should have said no
But would he have listened?
It was my silence that did that
I waited too long, being too scared
Why did I care?
I felt every touch
Never scrubbed it from my skin
Didn't understand
How I could hold it within
It's almost a distant memory now
I forgave what was left to forgive
Though I still hold onto the memory
And bring it up when it serves me justice
My eyes practically begging for a way out
I have to escape, I have to
No one ever really knows
Until it's already over
Were the signs not clear enough
He always wanted me close by
Very quiet and calculated
And I never made a scene
I only complied to his will...
That was my mistake
In the irreplaceable bubble I was
Couldn't tear my way out
Could never scream
I was trapped mid air
And never to be seen
The day turned to days, the days to weeks
The weeks to months, the months to annual summer vacation visits
Then I had a enough and the irreplaceable bubble
Could now be replaced by a cloud
A cloud of rage
A cloud of insecurity
A cloud of paranoia
A cloud with no trust found
Maybe those months changed my character for good...
Maybe that's when my "bubbly persona" died
I couldn't look at him the same anymore
I wouldn't look at any guy the same
I always assume the worst intentions
My eyes were dry
But my tears were many
I'd give you my thoughts
If I had a penny
No one ever gave it time
And that's why they get away with their crimes
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Author:
Younique (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2026 09:24
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Strong and powerful raises out of the weak and fragile a type of phoenix coming from ashes. This tells one side of the story from the victim point of view but time has taught me that predators are victims too in their own way trapped in a cycle of abuse and need where narcissism is a blindness and immaturity a deafness destined to be hated and loathed outcasts the Judas of society. It is a sad relationship where injury is too grave for either and bandaged wounds still bleed.
You provided me with a new perspective! Thank you!
You are most welcome
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