Poems of 2018 written by me, Kay
His hand slowly crept up her thigh
She bit her tongue, she wouldnât cry
She recalled the years of doing what everyone else wanted
All those years are what kept her haunted
The memories of changing her personality to fit the needs
Of people who never would repay the deed
Her mother would constantly yell at her
Youâre never enough, the woman would slur
Her grandmothers consistently corrected her
From how she spoke to what she wore, their commentary would never blur
The girl took a knife to her wrists
She wrote down many lists
The lists were written on how she could improve
However, the scars she left on her skin arenât ones to remove
They represented a darker time
One where the girl thought every action she took was a crime
But sheâs done with that now
Never again will she stand submissively by
Never again will she let someone else make her cry
Sheâs the woman sheâs always dreamt of being
Outspoken and confident with each and every word
Sheâs the woman who quit fleeing
Fleeing from every criticism she heard
She grabbed his hand and removed it
She wouldnât let him go through with it
She stood and firmly swept her hand across his face
I have changed, she knows.
And walks away from him with a newly found grace.
She fell in love with him for he saw her
He saw all of her unlike the rest
The rest would fall in love with a piece of her
The innocent side of her, the funny side of her
But then there was him - him who saw all of her to be the best
He embraced the witty side of her, the gritty side of her
He saw the brave her, the broken her
She had given him each and every test
But he never ran from her
He became her best friend and she felt truly blessed
Thatâs why they had to be best friends
He wanted a relationship where neither of them ever had to see it end
Little did he know that she had the same secret and guarded it just as well
The secret that she loved him and didnât want what they had to become hell
Yet as years passed, that secret became harder to keep
They graduated high school and neither said a peep
But when they moved in together the challenge grew harder
The tension was apparent and he was ready to sign for his own martyr
Then one day the girl came to his room saying she had a secret she needed to confess
He said he had one as well and that if he didnât tell it his thoughts would remain a mess
On the count of three lets tell our secrets at the same time, said the girl
Okay, said the boy, his stomach in a whirl
âIâm in love with youâ
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