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Used And Bruised

Poetry By: iola ried
Poetry



You broke my heart with lies.


Submitted:Oct 11, 2012    Reads: 67    Comments: 8    Likes: 7   


Used And Bruised

You look back again to linger on the lean frame of him

Suddenly your vision clears, your world doesn't seem so dim

*

Between you moments pass, before he comes over and asks 'What's your name?'

You remember now, it was after that day that your life was never the same

*

You small talk, then he breaks the ice and asks for your number

Without hesitating you hand it over, feeling like you're waking from heavy slumber

*

Days and weeks pass you by

With him you feel unbound to time

*

'Will you be my girl?' he says quietly, voice husky laced with a smile

Warmth floods you, 'Yes' you say without a pause to think if its worthwhile

*

You skip classes to meet him at the park

Somehow with him the light in your eyes can spark

*

Saturday morning you get a phone call

He wants to meet you at nightfall

*

So you tell your folks you're at a friend's sleepover

And meet him at a club while he's far from sober

*

He hands you a drink, says its not too strong

You take a sip, though it feels so wrong

*

What happens later you can hardly remember

But you're at his house lying on a lounger

*

He took off your shoes and covered you with a blanket

You know he's the one for he didn't take advantage

*

Its perfect, it's bliss, mirroring a relationship you've only ever dreamed

You can't imagine being without him, he makes you whole, with him you're a team

*

'I love you,' he holds you close and whispers in you ear

You devour the three small words you've longed to hear

*

His hand is on your waist, then he's pushing up your skirt

It's doesn't feel right, it's too early, so you draw back with some effort

*

He apologizes, promises to take things slow

He looks sincere, so you see him with a halo

*

Then its your anniversary night

And its feeling like everything will be alright

*

Cause a year has come and fled

You let him lead you to his bed

*

Foreplay doesn't last, and he slips in

All you're looking for are those sparks that fly within

*

But he's going too fast and its hurting you inside

Clenching your fists, you turn away and your tears you hide

*

Its finally over; he cums, then collapses on you

You hold back the sigh; you cried, then you withdrew

*

He mumbles, "Beautiful." and you didn't argue

You wish you had because he meant the sex, and not you

*

After that night he seemed to just disappear

You try to justify his actions, its so unclear

*

Weeks and months have passed

Day by day you feel outcast

*

Only now do you see how he played you like a toy

He played you well, you he destroyed

*

Hurt claws at your insides, you don't let it show

Piece by piece you fall apart, painfully slow

*

He's the demon in your nightmares, whispering 'Sweetheart'

You feel loathsomely naive, it seems what you had wasn't a work of art

*

You thought you took the precautions, and that you were safe

But karma comes back around to punch you in the face

*

Sinking in regrets, you yearn to go back in time

To stop and think once before crossing that line

*

No option remains, there is no future in your eyes

With nobody to lean on, nobody to hear your nightly cries

*

Each breath you take is labored in dense distraught

You're on the edge of rationality, risking sanity with this thought;

*

How do you tell your parents to just assume

That at sixteen you're carrying an embryo in your womb?

*

And the father to the child has fled, you are nothing but alone

With a baby, another life, to bring up on your own





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