Not friends. *TW*
You ask me
“Are we friends?”
How can we be friends when you’ve betrayed my trust?
Put my hands in places I didn’t want them to go,
Whispered things in my ear I wish I could forget.
“He’s got quite pretty eyes you know, why don’t you like him?”
It’s hard to find his eyes pretty, Mother, when they stare into yours
While ignoring your begs,
while closing the door to your room,
His basement,
His room,
Those same eyes telling you to stay quiet,
Even when you don’t realize what’s going on yet.
I was too young to know.
It’s hard to like him when your bed
Held his body,
And you sleep on the floor because his scent lingers in your nose,
And in your mind.
His scent lingers sometimes, and I can’t sleep,
Even hundreds of miles away, on new sheets.
We’re not friends.
I doubt that we ever were,
I was just yours to control.