Can I really hate you?

A new take on rape.

I close my eyes

and all I can see

is the blackness

tainted with your face...

is it trully too much

to aske to have just

a little peace?

I want you out!

Out of my mind,

out of my dreams,

out of my life!

Why wont you just

leave me be

to my peace

and eternal solitude?!

You stole everything

of pride that I had left

and now I'm left with

nothing... you stole

my virginity,

my dimond ring,

and my heart but

instead of trying to

keep it like a lover,

you tore it out and 

kicked it to the curb...

Why couldn't you just 

steal my soul instead?

I hate you 

for everything you

have done to me

but can I truthfully

say I hate you?

Because of what you

did to me on that 

foggy febuary night,

I am who I am today...

If you hadn't done

what you did,

I would not be 

the poet I am today...

You stole a gift 

that was not for you

but you gave a gift

that destroys me yet

frees me of the

physical world... 

You gave me

freedom and even though

that isn't justice,

and could never make up

for what you have done,

you made me 

who I am today...

Author's Note

This is just something I scribbled in math class one day and haven't edited