By Trigger Warning: Abuse
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So…
when they asked
“Why did you leave?”
I said
So…
He was a bit abusive
Not too much. Just twisted my arms
A few times,
Hit a bit too hard
A few times
But he made me feel loved
A bit too few times
He couldn’t mark his territory
With my virginity
So he had to do it
In the form of
A bruise
A pair of red wrung wrists,
His voice
My ears
My religion
My race
My everything
More me than him
I grew to hate everything that was mine
So it only made sense for me
To want to belong to someone else