What I Was Once Told
I was once told
That men are supposed to be nice.
That when you find “the one”,
He will treat you like the queen you are.
What i wasn’t told
Was that
You shouldn’t trust all of them.
The kind that
Watch you a little bit
Too close.
The kind that are a little bit
Too nice.
The kind that
Reassure you that
He was “just being friendly”.
You take his word,
And you give him a chance.
The first time he hits you
It felt like you were just hit by a bus,
Losing all feeling
In the place he abused.
Bruises and tears flood the scene.
He gets on his knees
And promises that
He “didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He promises he “won’t do it again.”
Begging you to stay.
Things will change.
When he forces himself on you
Even though you said no
At least a thousand times.
He’s a ticking time bomb.
He blows up like a grenade
BOOM
When he doesn’t get his way.
He’s the kind that remembers to tell you
That you are no different
Than the trash he threw out
Last week and
That you’ll never amount to anything,
You are worthless.
He undresses you
Of your pride and dignity.
He leaves you with nothing
But yourself,
Huddled in the corner of the bathroom,
Sobbing.
Gasping for air and
Thinking
“He’s right.
I am nothing,
I am worthless,
And
I will never amount to anything.”
I was once told
That men are supposed to be nice.
But i never knew that
One man
Could change my thoughts
And mar the memories
Of what i was once told.