I see you there on bended knee,
Asking for my forgiveness.
Your pleading brown eyes gaze into mine,
My empty brown eyes that used to be so full of life.
You stole that life away from me.
You whispered nightmares into my ears,
Seared my skin with your touch,
Branded me with your scent,
Stole my innocence.
I can still taste the blood in my mouth.
I can still feel your class ring digging into my ribs,
Leaving a pretty purple bruise.
I can still feel the knife in my side,
My little six year old side.
Because of you, I am broken,
And you want my pardon?
You tell me to have a heart.
How can I have a heart
When you wrenched it from my grasp?
Broken by killthememory
Poetry » Life Rated: K+, English, Poetry & Angst, Words: 128, Published: 12/5/2003