Toy

Dear Best Friend,

What I fear most of all is you

I walk into class, you were there waiting for me, no one was allowed to talk to me but you

I walk down the road, you were there waiting for me, you proceeded to ask him what he did to me

I walk into your arms, you were there for me, although you were showing signs of doubt

I walk into your heart and you were so far away, I could not reach

Is this what love is

I am not sure

You spitting out vulgar words at me, like a dagger to the heart

You calling me demeaning names, looking at me with such intensity

You coming into my room, putting your hands on me, demanding pleasure for me

You, and your sick mind and disgusting ways, thinking I was your toy, your insignificant plaything

Dear Abuser,

What I fear most of all is you.