He told me I was 1 in a million,
but then again that’s what he
told everyone.
His eyes were so blue,
and I think I swam in them once,
before I knew him.
My friends told me to watch out,
count your luck girl because
hes a bad one.
What did they know?
I was grown and I had a
boyfriend to show.
I wasn’t going to be bullied
anymore
or be the freak.
But I was just flavour of
the week.
I found that out when he
tossed me on the floor
one night,
like a crisp packet.
I couldn’t pull the sheets
over to protect my
dignity.
And he beat me until
I bled.
He really thought
I was dead.
But I was just buried
above the ground.
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