Will
Tears stream down my face,
as I break once again.
I haven't felt this fragile
In a very long while.
You hurt me.
And I remembered today.
You took from me.
From me, what was mine to give away.
I hate you more than these words can say.
But, I want to beat you,
To destroy you.
To take your privacy and kids away,
I want to abuse you
I want hurt you,
I want to give you what I got.
But I will not.
I will beat you.
I will be strong
I will be good
I, me, I will win!
As tears stream down my face
From all that I have lost,
I know who is the winner and
Who got pleasure at a high cost
My innocence lost,
And- Your power gained,
But while you indulgently took from me
You gave up your worth,
Desperate and alone
I trusted you.
You're sick to the bone.
I fought you then
And I still do,
Every moment,
Once again,
Against the ghost of you.
Without ever throwing a blow
I'm fighting,
I'm nearly broken too.
But even so
I am strong enough to say,
Fuck. You.
As tears stream down my face,
I hate you.
Fragile and shaking,
I am strong.
Curled up without embrace,
I will prevail,
As the tears dry on my face,
I will win.
And you will lose.
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