The way he kissed me was lifeless.
As if the entire universe was between us.
His heart beat was nothing more than a reminder that he was real,
That this was real.
His breath was a heat-wave, rolling over me-
Demanding my submission.
His touch was a thousand knives, penetrating my flesh.
And as if that wasn't enough- my heart was weighed down by all of my decisions.
By each moment that led me here.
It's my fault,
Or so I've been told.
Like it wasn't enough, that I said, "No".
Like my apparel gave permission,
And the time of night, consent.
My only way of redemption,
I was told, is confession.
I'm not the broken one,
He is.
I'm not the fragmented mirror,
I'm merely the reflection;
And he's the glass,
Broken into shards.
He's not broken by what he did-
Rather, he's been broken all along.
And no-one could fix him.
I'm not Humpty Dumpty,
You're not the kings men.
And I don't fucking need;
TO be put back together again.
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Author:
MissileOfUncertainty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2017 10:37
- Comment from author about the poem: (This isn't about blame, or about who's fault it is. It's about expressing that experiencing the trauma represented in the poem above, does not make you weak, or broken, or used. I'm not ruined, and neither is anyone else who has went through this.)
- Category: Reflection
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Rape? It's not a good subject for me. I don't like it, and anyone that does this in the real world, is a degenerate scumbag that needs his tool chopped off. If you actually went through this, and decided to share it, then you have my condolences. The last stanza is amazing, and I mean it. If you like writing, then keep doing it. Don't let what those monsters say stray you from your path. Thanks for this.
Thank you so much, and I couldn't agree more. It's a terrible and horrible thing. And nothing irks me more than a person shaming a victim, asking them what they were wearing, if they were alone, etc. But thank you.
I apologize, I wanted to comment, but I just cannot find the words. Your incredible poem, especially the last stanza, made me so sad. But it also shows your incredible strength.
Thank you so much, I really just wanted to get this out! And having so many people react towards it positively lets me know I didn't the right thing by opening up.
It's what we choose that defines us, and how we refuse to own what is chosen for us.
Very strong.
Great last verse.
Thank you so much! And you are definitely correct! We choose how we let things effect us. And the only things that can be take from us- are the things that we give away!
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