it wasn’t yours to take,

but nevertheless

you ripped it

from my grasp

i’m left alone

with never ending

never merciful

moral crises

i am so

so

lost.

you couldn’t reach me

physically

but my lord,

my personal hell,

did you squeeze

your way

into my pretty

little

brain.

so little.

you probably don’t

even

think about me.

i was probably just

a joke

in your young adult mind.

but i

i have not

forgotten your face

the exact words you sent

are permanent

in my lost little head

and the clothes

i was wearing

haven’t been touched since.

you are cruel.

it wasn’t yours to take.