It Wasn’t Yours to Take
It wasn’t yours to take, but you took it anyway.
I didn’t want to give, but I couldn’t get away.
When you blamed me for what happened,
I believed it was my mistake.
When you said you didn’t mean to hurt me,
I pretended it was okay.
You said no one would believe me,
that it wouldn’t matter once it was done.
I can only hope… I was the only one.
You told me I wanted it, even as I kept saying no.
You smiled like a wolf when I tried to let go.
How did “if you want, we can try” ever sound like a yes?
The next day you tossed me aside
like a broken toy —
you’d gotten what you wanted.
Now I scream in silence at the memory
of your car, your fancy home,
the moment you stole what was never yours to take.
My body still doesn’t feel like mine.
Every inch marked by your eyes.
How do I give to someone else
when you took what was mine?
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