You Left Me.

You left me.
You left me to hold her and tell her everything would be okay.

You left me to keep those tears in my palms, because letting them hit the floor is like an echo of abandonment, which shes already had enough of thanks to you.

You left me to spit the lies of how much better it will get, and how the nightmares would stop soon.

She flows the statistics on what happens when a man rapes a girl.
Suicide, depression, damaged.

Stop I tell her, you are not a number on a chart.
You are not a metaphor of what not to do when a man says I love you.

You are a woman.
You feel.
You get hurt.
You heal.
  You left me, with this damaged soul, to hold and to comfort because all you did was…
Invade her.  
Cascade her in the lie that the hurting would stop soon.
To stop being such a bitch.
Don’t act like you're not a slut, because that shirt shows half your tits.
You stop it now, you look at her and you see what you really did.
You destroyed that young girl at her prime.

She cant leave the house without a jacket, half because rape, the other half because of those scars that line her beautiful skin.

I touch them, and I tell her she is perfect. Because looking at her now that’s all I see. Beautiful imperfection of this soul that you killed. This life that was so full of joy you saw someone doing better than you and you had to snatch that away.

Selfish.
Asshole.
Rapist.

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