Moving on
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I think I'm finally learning how to move on.
I no longer feel your hands all over me,
Your breath against my skin
Or how your eyes devoured me.
I no longer feel your hands hiking up my dress.
How you spoke to me as if I knew,
You stripped me bare and gazed at me like I was some kind of woman.
I WAS A CHILD.
I no longer feel your hands between my thighs,
But sometimes I still cry.
Somedays it all comes back, when no one is around,
And I replay the events as if it were in a book too fictional to be true.
I think I'm finally learning how to move on,
Because I've finally forgiven you for taking more than I was willing to give
But I can't forget!
How it felt to have my soul ripped out of my chest
And handed back to me in more pieces than a adult sized puzzle.
I would have given anything to have my heart broken,
But never would I have imagined that it would be my innocence instead.
I'm learning how to move on, but somehow I can never forgive myself for being there even if it was in the safety of my own home.