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Kajree Gautom

Tragedy Drama Crime

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Kajree Gautom

Tragedy Drama Crime

Youth

Youth

2 mins
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You used to look at me like I was gold, 

Told me I was pretty. 

You used to watch me so intently, 

It was almost scary. 


You used to bring me pretty gifts, 

Spoiled me with expensive clothes and sappy kisses. 

I thought it was just you showing your love for me, 

I was too young to read between the actions. 


You used to come home when my parents were out, 

You always did that;

Waited for hours before leaving, 

Before leaving with a kiss on my lips. 


Young I was, naive I was, 

Foolishly I thought it was alright. 

I was a kid, a child back then,

The kiss was just a child's play, 

You were just showing your love, I thought.


I remember that one day, 

My parents weren't home.

I told you to leave, your sultry looks scared me,

But you didn't. 

I remember you closing the distance between us, 

I remember you saying it was okay. 


I remember it all, you know, 

The way you tarnished my youth that day,

The way you ripped me off my innocence. 

Your hands were the first thing I fell against my skin,

Rubbing the underside of my thighs gently.


I squirmed and pulled away, 

But you were strong. 

Your lips were the next thing I felt, 

Forcing its way into my tiny mouth. 


It was disgusting, dirty,

I pushed you away. 

But you were strong.


So strong.

Your hands travelled upward, 

Your touches sending tears down my cheeks.

It was dirty, I felt violated.


You touched me in places no one ever did,

I told you to stop, tried to push your you away

But you were old and you were strong - 

And I sat there like a fool, 

And cried, 

And cried:

While you played with my body.


You still visit my home sometimes, 

But I can never look at your face anymore. 

You still bring gifts for me on my birthdays, 

But I don't say thank you anymore. 


You killed a part of my soul that day, 

Left wet scars

All over my body;

And scared me of love,

Of kisses,

Of touch. 



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