Because He Couldn’t Touch You

Being victimized here…
Because he couldn’t touch you, he’d, touched me instead, and, it felt good, physically, because nobody ever touched me like that, but, it’d also, felt wrong and bad, and I became, dirty in the process…
Because he couldn’t touch you, that, was why he’d, used me instead, because I was too young, and couldn’t fight back, and, I’d thought it was, my fault all this time, because nobody came to my rescue, no matter how loud I’d screamed on endlessly, to my self. Because he couldn’t touch you, you’d always acted, too cold to him, he’d wanted you bad, but, he didn’t dare, cross the boundaries with you, he’d, crossed the boundaries with me instead!

not my poster…
Because he couldn’t touch you, and he’s a man, and a man has needs, as we should all know that by now, I’d become, his, dirty little secret, and over the years, the dirty got dirtier and dirtier, and the secret grew from little, to big, to enormous, to GIGANTIC, and I’d kept everything bottled up, because I didn’t know who I can trust, with this secret inside of me……………
Because he couldn’t touch you, he’d, touched me instead, and, that was, the past, that got, extended, into the present, and it will surely, go on, and plague, the rest of my future, as I already know it will!!!

not my photo still…
Because he couldn’t touch you, and you were, way too emotionally, unavailable, just like his own mother had been to him, and that, was why he’d turned to me, he’d used the fact, that I’d needed him to love me, and, raped me, again, and again, and again, and, who heard my cries??? Nobody, that’s W-H-O…………