Moving on

I think I'm finally learning how to move on. I no longer feel your hands all over me, Your breath against my skin Or how your eyes devoured me. I no longer feel your hands hiking up my dress. How you spoke to me as if I knew, You stripped me bare and gazed at me like I was some kind of woman. I WAS A CHILD. I no longer feel your hands between my thighs, But sometimes I still cry. Somedays it all comes back, when no one is around, And I replay the events as if it were in a book too fictional to be true. I think I'm finally learning how to move on, Because I've finally forgiven you for taking more than I was willing to give But I can't forget! How it felt to have my soul ripped out of my chest And handed back to me in more pieces than a adult sized puzzle. I would have given anything to have my heart broken, But never would I have imagined that it would be my innocence instead. I'm learning how to move on, but somehow I can never forgive myself for being there even if it was in the safety of my own home.