he was my first love and I never knew men weren’t supposed to hurt you

the straps slipped off my shoulders and the silk slid down my thighs

there was a zipper on the side but it was never utilized I am compromised

it was never hard to hide for their eyes want nothing more than to glide by

I stopped wearing pants he only rips them, it's much easier to allow the skirt to be raised above my head as he throws me in bed

how did I not see

where this road led

the first time he touched me it was soft and the first time he was rough I thought this is how it feels to be loved

he was the first guy I ever fucked

how could I expect anything less they all say it hurts but this was worse I have suffocated on my own spread legs and I've done everything to make him stay

I even looked past

when he got laid

they say the first cut is the deepest but I've been gutted and never stopped bleeding

I have counted the rounds from the ground as the fan spun around and I never screamed loud I never made a sound

how could you comprehend the way I bend and the rush he sends down my spine

toxic torture twisted torn

I'm just too damn scared

to be alone