X’s and O’s,
Flowers and cards,
Notes between classes,
The whole nine yards,
Don’t get me wrong,
I love how you dedicated to me that song,
But this is too soon,
I always dreamed it would be somewhere special,
Like under the stars and under the moon,
Please don’t be mad,
I thought you loved me enough,
To just put up a smile and be glad,
No, Please don’t touch me that way,
You know it reminds me of that very unpleasant day,
Did you not hear what I said?
I told you to stop,
Now just get off of my bed!
Can you not hear me screaming?
This really hurts,
I think I might be bleeding,
Is it over?
Are you done?
Leave me alone,
Or I’ll get my fathers gun!
Why did you do this to me?
Did it really mean that much?
You know for a fact there are plenty of people,
Who could have given you that rush,
But why me,
Is it not possible that even though it was right in front of you face,
That you could not see how much you were hurting me?
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Submission Name: Hurt
