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

This poem is about: 
Me

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