Slave
Let me tell you something about abuse
It will happen when you’ll have no clue.
It can dim your vision in broad daylight,
Deafening your senses in a loud party night.
Abuse will come in different forms,
dirty touches, some banging thoughts.
You won’t speak out what happened to you,
not unless you realize it was so true.
You were telling yourself that it’s not happening,
though it never ceased and was certainly maddening.
I know it happened to all of us.
some day, some time, we felt disgust.
Taking million showers just wouldn’t help,
It ain’t easy to forget what you just felt.
I wish I was brave so I could take them in a cave,
burn them in their graves and say, “I’m not your slave.”
By: Adin
18-8-19
The obsession
The way his hair bounces in the light,
the way he smiles his devious grin
The way he says everything will be fine
always seems to cover over
my bruises and pain.
The attention I receive,
the adoration.
Up on a pedestal I am put
until the next mistake occurs.
But I know I won't die,
and the pain is temporary.
I think.
He grips my arm like I'm his
and his alone.
The anger in his eyes when
another male double-takes in our direction.
Not my fault
and the pain will be temporary.
I think.
Yet I feed off of his pain.
His affection is so much better
than anything I could ever fathom.
It feeds me in a way I can't express.
I need him. I crave him.
And I don't know why.
Two broken people
who need each other to survive.
He needs me. And I am wanted
and loved
and paid attention to
in a way that
may have physical pain,
but it's only temporary.
I'll take it as long as I can be his
and he continues to look at me
in that way
he always does,
burning into my soul
and branding me with his name.
A good pain, because
I know that right after
he'll take care of me
and hold me just like I want.
And need.
