I was staring at the flowery bedsheets laying flat on the bed.

The flowers so symbolic and kept,

Allowed me to think about my innocence before you.

When I didn't have a clue of what you were going to do.

Your hands couldn't stay near your body.

Your touch made me feel like I was nobody.

Because if you really respected my body

You would wait until I was actually ready.

"You owe me," your voice sent shivers down my spine.

Yet you still insisted that you were mine.

But you took the pedals of my flower so quickly

I couldn't even take them back or put them by my side.

You left me alone, feeling like I was used.

My bruises were not seen, yet I could feel like they were black and blue

I could still feel the places you had touched without my permission,

My skin quivering with no such satisfaction or enjoyment.

I felt gross, but I felt like I couldn't tell anybody.

For fear that no one could truly understand.

That I was violated by someone that I thought really cared.

But the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't bear.

The realization that you didn't care about how I felt.

Only the sensation that you got from touching my body that made you feel like a king.

I was ruined by you and your selfishness.

Because you had took the part of me that I had actually loved.