She was 12 when everything changed.
The man—
he has no name.

If I could go back,
I’d say:
you don’t get to treat me this way.

Behind the words
were fear and dread.
I walked on eggshells,
quietly,
carefully,
around you.

Watching
with timid eyes,
I should have known—
you weren’t to be trusted.

But I was only 12.

A touch on the thigh.
A touch on the neck.

You would think
these were wanted.
You would think
this was affection.

But the touch came from
a person of trust.
A supposed person of trust.

A hand on my shoulder.
A gaze down my legs.

Why would you think
this would happen instead

The push off the thigh.
The squirm from the neck.
The hiding of legs
from the touch
of your stare.

You would think
this was a stranger.

But this wasn’t a stranger.

This was a man
that I called
Dad.

i feel that i learn a lot with you,
but you don’t learn anything with me.
am i so boring?
am i so unintelligent?
am i so introverted?
am i so exhausting?
am i so dumb?

Life feels too heavy.
Too many worries.
Too many pressures.
Too many responsibilities.
Too many hardships.
Pain.
Despair.
Hope turns to despair.
Happiness turns to numbness.
Calmness turns to pain.

Too fast.
So bleed.
Bleed.
Bleed.
Till everything is silent.
But it’s not silent.
It’s not working.
Making me panic.
Why isn’t it working?

I didn't know..

Making you hate me could come so easy

I didn't know..

You'd walk away after promising to stay by my side

I didn't know..

You threw away the rest of our lives

What could I have done...?

To keep you as mine

What could I have done...?

To have you here by my side

You said forever...

But now I sit feeling empty

Did you stop writing poetry...

Or did you just block me?

I didn't even get to say goodbye...

I might still love you til

The day I die

Quiero oler tu rico cuerpo
Viajemos juntos por mi cuenta
Muy fuerte quiero abrazarte
Eres mi ser, eres mi arte

Y ahora estamos en mi cama
Donde tienes tu buena fama
Te pones brava y no gritas
Y veo cómo te marchitas

Tranquila, mami, es mi talla
Es pequeñito, no soy caballo

Don't mix pleasure with pain, it might **** you wanting to be alive inside him.