Just one touch shattered my courage,
With the sharp sting behind his glare
Was enough to resist opposition,
Along with every violation, he chiseled away
Fragments of my soul, I became the
Submissive object obeying commands
Each time I remained barren on his bed,
As he took what wasn’t his.
Just one word broke my confidence
Each time he savored another girl
Was the first time I stopped believing
In what I could be capable of
Because he worshiped what wasn’t his,
Never valuing what was.
Cunning and brutal were his words,
As they penetrated my defenses.
Even worse, his theoretical banter
Muddled my belief system
Using the confines of his,
I forgot who I once was.
Through the scope of his control
Foolishly I cowered, never snapping back.