He raped my mind,
Just as much as he raped my body.
Then he actually had the nerve,
To say that he was sorry.
How could he do that to me,
And think I’d be okay?
Didn’t he know I’d think about him every day...?
But he got away with it,
Just like everything else he did.
He even got away with making sure I didn’t have his kid...
He knew I would keep his secret,
Because I was scared of what he’d do.
Every time he said he loved me,
I’d say “I love you too”.
Sometimes he’d make me think that if he left,
No one would want me...
So if I ever actually got the chance,
He knew I wouldn’t flee.
But I finally got away!
And now that you know all of this,
Listen to me when I say,
That every day I’m not with him,
I can only hope and pray...
That he doesn’t decide to come back for me.
