My Age
My age doubled the day you gave me the ghosts that I still carry
The day you told me to profess my love by getting on my knees
The day you refused to hear the word NO
My age doubled. My age doubled.
My age tripled the day I learned that I can control my own body
The day I learned that I deserve more
The day I learned that I can't blame myself for what happened
My age tripled. My age tripled. My age tripled.
When I learn that I am a SURVIVOR not a VICTIM
When I learn what love actually means
When I learn to trust someone whole heartedly again
When I become infinitely stronger than I already am
Hopefully my age will quadruple
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