You pounced on my vulnerability
with your luring charm,
I was naive to it all back then
didn't know the difference between
love and lust nor did I
recognise the signs of a liar.
I was only 15 when we met
not a match for your 21 years
but you knew the signs
of vulnerability
of loneliness
of naivety -
you chewed them up
then regurgitated bits
of your own
words and vomit.
Marriage meant nothing to you
apart from painting bruises,
knocking the wind out of me
and ignoring the word no,
no matter how many times
I screamed it -
the more no's the more forceful
you became so I gave up
and let you do what you had to -
it was over quicker that way
but now we're over for good.
Scars are still prominent on my skin
though my walls are harder to crack;
I don't think I'll ever trust another soul.
Life works in mysterious ways
so I keep being told but
I'll never understand why me
but what's done is done
and I'm never looking back,
the past can't haunt me anymore.
