What I Was Once Told

I was once told

That men are supposed to be nice.

That when you find “the one”,

He will treat you like the queen you are.

What i wasn’t told

Was that

You shouldn’t trust all of them.

The kind that

Watch you a little bit

Too close.

The kind that are a little bit

Too nice.

The kind that

Reassure you that

He was “just being friendly”.

You take his word,

And you give him a chance.

The first time he hits you

It felt like you were just hit by a bus,

Losing all feeling

In the place he abused.

Bruises and tears flood the scene.

He gets on his knees

And promises that

He “didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He promises he “won’t do it again.”

Begging you to stay.

Things will change.

When he forces himself on you

Even though you said no

At least a thousand times.

He’s a ticking time bomb.

He blows up like a grenade

BOOM

When he doesn’t get his way.

He’s the kind that remembers to tell you

That you are no different

Than the trash he threw out

Last week and

That you’ll never amount to anything,

You are worthless.

He undresses you

Of your pride and dignity.

He leaves you with nothing

But yourself,

Huddled in the corner of the bathroom,

Sobbing.

Gasping for air and

Thinking

“He’s right.

I am nothing,

I am worthless,

And

I will never amount to anything.”

I was once told

That men are supposed to be nice.

But i never knew that

One man

Could change my thoughts

And mar the memories

Of what i was once told.