Tuesday, November 6, 2012
dear intruder
you were an echo of my past,
a dark pattern repeated.
i, a girl wanting to be seen & discovered;
you, all too willing to oblige,
though with an agenda all your own:
everything free comes with a price.
you brought me briefly into your world,
just as you let yourself into mine.
a decency of sorts was perpetrated in your act---
you could have taken more;
like the first, you believed you had the right.
and here i am left wanting
more than i had or have
and wondering
what i’ve lost or given up
or taken in return;
you teach me the limits of my guilt,
my hunger, my shame. but
you will never have what you want of me;
it belongs to me alone.
and i will not let myself become
another you,
despite the pull of your dark gravity.
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