That Feeling Of Being R-A-P-E-D Poem by Georgina Murray

Fat drops roll down my cheeks, they grieve
The part of me I gave to you,
The inconceivable part, that nobody ever gets a hold of.

Like the victim mourning the fragility he took,
I gave you my innocence, the inner child
Sits with her back to me in the corner.

Twice you've turned your back on me,
Your promises torn away like a treat I didn't deserve,
My mind wanders to the darker place, the place of solace.

Many a true word spoken in jest, my truth is lost
Gone with your touch, your words
Cut like the blade I so desperately want.

I saw you, in my dream I ran to your embrace
Your arms a comfort, my pain eased
Only to be awoken to a rape, I'll never get it back.

The distance between us is now vast, incomprehensible
It lays out in front of me, each step cutting through
The soft skin you cherished, but it's mine again now.

Mine for the keeping, just like that little piece
That had lain so far down below the surface,
That you brought up, lifted out, and took away.

Where it is now I do not know, lost in the ether somewhere
The song of the spheres has stopped singing,
But the gravity of them weighs down heavy on my soul.

All that I am I gave to you, so fully and so wholly
I felt the walls of my heart collapse,
Yet I wasn't ready for your arrest.