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Instinctively, I search for you.
You, the one who tore through my flesh
only to pronounce me "not good enough".

Not good enough.
You were not the first to say such things,
but you were the original pioneer
to melt away my thighs and give way to a monster.

Monster.
The memory of you has become just that
and it feeds off my loneliness
and it thrives off your deceit
and it has embedded itself in my brain.

And I will remember the way you forced your hand down my pants
as you pleaded that you loved me,
but you abused my body.

You were just a boy,
but you had the hands of a man
that knew exactly what they were doing.
Why is emotional poetry even a category?
Isn't all poetry some kind of emotional?
Srsly.
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MarMicheal Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2012
very powerful and heartfelt, i pray this is fiction..
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MarMicheal Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2012
i will not critique this one it is too personal.
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jessicaconk Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You can critique personal ones. Poetry is poetry.
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MarMicheal Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2012
yes but sometimes, when you talk about one that personal, you devalue poem, ok how can i explain this, being hurt like that from a pig, and having another male tell you what is and isnt " right" about it doesnt go well with me.. all men are pigs some of us just control ourselves better then others.
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