CONFESSIONS ARE THE HARDEST TO MAKE

The truth plagues me everyday: here are my confessions laid out to you in an alter of my own making.

The first time a man held me,

Promised to love me,

Kissed my forehead tenderly

And wished me the world,

Was TAKEN away from me.

The first time a man kissed my lips,

The sensation foreign and unusual,

The moment hasty and hazy,

My mind unclear and my vision blurry,

Not magical or full of longing

It was NOT out of love

and

The first time a man touched me intimately

His fingers slipping between my thighs,

Carving out the desire that overtook his body,

Betraying his family,

Shaping the mind of an innocent girl,

IT WASN'T MY CHOICE.

I fear that I am too broken, my pieces too scattered, my heart too mangled to piece together. That my soul might never ache for another, especially one that will heal me, that will make my chest beat again.

#honestyhour