its been four years
i gave you a chance
and you took it
you made me feel beautiful
and wanted
for the first time in a long time
i craved your attention
i caught myself in a trap i had been in before
but i couldn't stop myself
you gave me the feelings i craved
and then you took something from me
something you didn't ask for
something i wasn't willing to give
i cried
you laughed
i was called a slut
another notch on your bedpost
for months after that party
you owned me
with your hand on my thigh
and your words in my head
and in some ways you will always own me
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