I Think of You

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As he weighed me down with sweaty flesh,

crushing my chest with heavy regret,

I thought of you.

As he imposed onto me all his sins,

then forced a win by forcing in,

I thought of you.

As my body was tainted, accepted as payment;

a stranger my claimant,

I thought of you.

As he scarred my soul under his death-grip hold,

rendered my innocence sold,

I thought of you.

As the pain was dealt and I cried for help,

but only heard myself,

I thought of you.

As doubt decayed all my faith,

in a man’s embrace to keep me safe,

I thought of you.

As the trauma replays, the scars fail to fade,

Wondering who to blame,

I think of you.