The way you touched me has touched my way of being
You have affected my course of thinking without even seeing
Memories of the feelings you instill run uncontrolably through my head
Determined to plant themselves there until long after im dead
If you could possibly know what you have done to me would it be the same
Because I endured all your actions am i the one to blame
Is it my fault I have needs now that most lovers can't fulfill
Is it my fault that sometimes the thought of sex makes me ill
Is it my fault I need things that most lovers can not provide
Is it my fault that after sex I want to cry and hide
Because I see your faces, feel your touches, hear your voices
Tell me how come I didnt have knowledge of more choices
I am forced to suffer trying to find
Someone who can handle and understand my kind
My sensitive nature that craves commitment and strength
My aggressive side that is willing to go to any length
Do I confuse you with my emotions and the way they spurt from my brain
Maybe because, how you treated me makes me feel insane
I was so young I didn't understand what I was letting you do
So now I am left with these memories and pain and the consequences too
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this might be pretty intense for some people and im sorry. but it has been eating at me for so long and know that this was very difficult. ok i dont know what else to say.
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Well done again here Alicia. The emotions show by just reading this. It certainly grabbed my attention. Thanks again!
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This is well said, poet.
Often as writers we are embarassed or uncertain of what the reader may think. Thing is, we're all humans and though not EVERYONE can relate, your words will hit home to a few. Parts of this write, I can relate to. Write on, poet. One.
Dez
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