No

I was there 

In the arms 

Of someone I once trusted 

Someone I once loved 

In the end 

You are a toy 

After All 

Blood oozing 

From a perfect skin 

A skin once my parents cherished 

A skin once he loved 

Scratches all around my body 

Him snuggling to my neck 

As I shouted No every time 

He managed to ignore my pitiful cries

He whispered lustful ‘I love you’s, 

Something that once sounded divine 

My whines joined the rhythm of the flowing wind 

But the wind was heard, not my hymns.

I cry and push him away 

But he comes back again every time 

With a smug smile on his face 

His hot breath against my lips 

His lips against mine 

An act I once loved 

First love 

First Mistake 

Now I am in his arms 

On the bed with white sheets

Promises of love 

But enough to convince 

Me as I nuzzle 

Towards his neck 

Whispering I love yous 

To make him smile 

He repeats the story 

Of scratches and cries 

An act I once loved 

It is now a dreaded crime 

The wish to desire 

Is now a mistake 

Cuz women we are toys 

For the men and their rage 

That will never change.