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This is a letter.
Dear You,
It isn't a love letter.
A flowery confession would be easy
No, not flowery—but a confession, all the same
It is a recipe, I think
Two tablespoons regret
One ounce bitter
Mostly it's pathetic—
You don't know me like you used to
So maybe you can't hear/feel/see
What's going on behind all of these vowels
So, (for mostly Old Time's sake.) I'll tell you
I am
On my knees
On my stomach
My forehead to the floor
I am
Crying into the carpet
Praying into my hands
Pleading and begging too quietly for you to hear
I am
So sorry
I could write four books on the ways I am sorry
Everything is screaming it;
My skin, finger nails, eyelashes, everything but my mouth
Is screaming it,
"I am so sorry."
But what
Do I matter?
Does it matter?
Will begging do?
Dear You,
Are.
You are… a hard sentence to finish.
You used to be
My absolute everything
Picked me up, shook me off, kept me safe.
My absolute everything.
What are you now?
Not what you used to be.
Not what you could be.
Not what I wish you still were.
Dear You,
I do love you—but you know that
I am sorry—but you know that
Dear You,
Are
Everything I need.
I need you.
Dear You,
Please don't go.
I am
Sincerely yours.
Dear You,
It isn't a love letter.
A flowery confession would be easy
No, not flowery—but a confession, all the same
It is a recipe, I think
Two tablespoons regret
One ounce bitter
Mostly it's pathetic—
You don't know me like you used to
So maybe you can't hear/feel/see
What's going on behind all of these vowels
So, (for mostly Old Time's sake.) I'll tell you
I am
On my knees
On my stomach
My forehead to the floor
I am
Crying into the carpet
Praying into my hands
Pleading and begging too quietly for you to hear
I am
So sorry
I could write four books on the ways I am sorry
Everything is screaming it;
My skin, finger nails, eyelashes, everything but my mouth
Is screaming it,
"I am so sorry."
But what
Do I matter?
Does it matter?
Will begging do?
Dear You,
Are.
You are… a hard sentence to finish.
You used to be
My absolute everything
Picked me up, shook me off, kept me safe.
My absolute everything.
What are you now?
Not what you used to be.
Not what you could be.
Not what I wish you still were.
Dear You,
I do love you—but you know that
I am sorry—but you know that
Dear You,
Are
Everything I need.
I need you.
Dear You,
Please don't go.
I am
Sincerely yours.
Literature
rape
Rape.
Such a scary word, isnt it?
But once you experience it,
It becomes even scarier.
You all have heard how it happens in the movies.
A guy and a girl meet at a party,
They are both drunk,
They go upstairs,
The girl doesnt want it,
The guy doesnt care.
I'm not saying this doesnt happen,
Because it does
But not as often as a boyfriend or a close guy friend raping you.
They will draw you in.
Start kissing you cheek,
Start kissing your neck,
Making you feel the best about yourself that you ever have.
Then he gets you alone.
He makes you feel like you want to.
Makes you feel you have to.
Cause t
Literature
Rape
Tearing tendons, ripping flesh
Teeth sink lower in my chest
Rough hands graze my cheek
Gag my mouth so I can't speak
Hold me down to have your way
As you break my soul again today
Literature
Rape
You said it would not hurt, as you advanced;
Yet nothing but pain was inflicted, your
Secretive smirk left me lost in a trance,
I was young and vulnerable, unsure.
You told me to trust you, though I did not
Your words sliced through my soul; you took control
Of my mind, you left me with not one shot
To sew back together this gaping hole.
You took from me, my pride, my innocence
So you could receive what I did not want
To give you; You struck, as though with vengeance,
Though I had not wronged you; I fear you'll haunt
My dreams forever, release from my mind
Never, you poisoned this victim; left blind.
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Beautiful!