Just like...

a summer memory

I gave you my trust.

You broke it.

Just like how you broke my innocence

ten summers ago

between the numbers of hide-and-seek

behind the bushes

while twilight embraced the earth.

Just like how you embraced me

from my back

as you whispered in my ear

a plea to keep quiet

so as not to be discovered.

I stayed silent.

Just like how you silenced yourself

when you pressed your weight

on top of me

and your hands explored

what's beneath my clothes.

I looked at you.

You smiled.

Just like how you used to smile

during those innocent days

of climbing trees

and chasing rainbows.

You're the older brother I never had.

I ran away.

Just like how I run away

from affections of men,

still scared and scarred...

And summers were never the same again.

Just like me.

Reviews

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

This is a beautiful piece and I could feel the pain that is thoroughly portrayed through the words of this poem. I have experienced something similar and so I can relate greatly. Great job!

[Blue]

Sorry to hear about that, Kaitlyn. Thank you for dropping by.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

This is a true write about an emotional experience that lingers in the back of your mind and haunts you a lot, and I know that feeling.
You have captured it well here.
Thanks for sharing a personal experience!

[Blue]

Thank you so much, Josie.

[L4rn13]

I can feel the sadness at the loss and betrayal of someone once close and real. Another gradual progression to the harsh realization that things aren't as it was originally intended. Very heartfelt but nice write.

[Blue]

Thank you a lot.

[Sarmelendez]

I could feel the pain behind this, Its raw and real and it beautifully penned. Thank you for sharing

[Blue]

Thank you, Sarah.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is heartbreaking, and real, and beautifully penned.

[Blue]

Thank you, KL.

[A. Amos]

Felt your honest pain in your words, well written

[Blue]

Thank you, Amos.

[Shaquana Adams]

Just like how I run away
from affections of men,
still scared and scarred...




And summers were never the same again.
Just like me.

Experiences like that can always leave a scar. This is a deep and beautiful poem.

[Blue]

Thank you so much, Shaquana.

[Kleio13]

the story of all mad women. I like it. Great write

[Blue]

Thank you, Kleio.

[Simon Welsh]

Change is strange. Sometimes, that closeness is cruel.

[Blue]

Somewhat true. Thank you for dropping by, Elliott.

[Katherine R.]

See? Not everyone likes sex!

Very well done! It perfectly displays the reluctance of some people to let go of that innocence. Great work!

[Blue]

Thank you, Katherine.