Room Most Visited Poem by Trinidad Villafranca

Dark dazed and confused
Sitting in this room night after night with nothing but you.
You tare me down.
You lift me up.
You tell me I'm pretty.
You tell me I'm perfect.
You tell me this time will be the last though I know it never is.
I look in the mirror touching up the little bit of makeup to hide the fear, to mask the pain.
I slide on my heels lock the door as you leave the room.
I know he will be here soon.
I sit here nervous, I sit here scared.
I don't know why I think this time will be any different from the last. knock on the door I don't know what to expect.
He enters the room and begins to undress looks at me and says Honey what are you waiting for know the rest...
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