She was twenty. Not a girl anymore Well, barely Legally speaking, she was Though, She still felt like the girl With everything that had happened; The tears, The fear, The manipulation, The disrespect, and apology after apathetic apology, she felt stunted Broken Her mind, filled with the echoes of "Cannot" and "Will not." Biting words, not shouted but sown, percolated through her every silence.
She had said the words, not knowing why Regret blossomed instantaneously She had given him permission… but why would he bite?
The next piece in my Retrospective poem series. Blurred lines and the aftermath of regret. Don’t worry—it gets better!