Wasted youth
didn't give excuse.
Far away from home.
So confused,
reckless too.
You took advantage.
Thoughts flooded
with questions.
Unanswered.
Floors, wooden
echoed heartbeats,
drunken mind leaps.
Floors wouldn't contain
the tears that weep.
Drunken youth,
fell for untruths.
Drinking enflames
years of hurt, tears of shame.
Never knew
the rules to the game.
Took a sip
from a bottle of self-hate,
then gulped down the rest
to sate my thirst.
Wanting to be loved
just made it worse.
Self-hating youth,
fell flat
in his own self-abuse.
Fell for other lies
that poured like acid rain
into wounds,
but that didn't give the excuse
to touch me the way you did.
To make me feel like a lost little kid.
Alone in a world of hurt and pain,
a place so far from hope,
you could have handed me my rope.
Talked of God, then tempted me
with demon drink, devilish way to trick,
a youth without a clue.
It never gave you the right,
to make that move. Making me feel sick.
I never wanted to touch, to feel that way.
You could have just beat me with a stick.
I never gave you the right to touch my
dictionaries can't put into words
the hate I felt inside myself
but I forgive.
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