BY HOLLY CORMIER
I’m gonna leave but I’ll never forget
The lessons you taught me, the words that you said; All the times that we spent all alone in your bed,
I was crying for him and you took me instead.
But here’s the thing you choose not to see; To start, there wasn’t much left of me.
I get it, you’re young, a prick and a tease; You never did like the word responsibility
But what you did like, it seems, was watching me plea, You let me believe you were all that I’d need.
I wanted respect but I got scraped knees,
Glue on my wrists and cloth in my teeth-
I wanted to trust but instead I got seized.
You were a siege sent to destroy the shell of me. But I’m gonna leave, because now I see.