Moonlight

Moonlight

I stand naked before you

And not just so you can violate me again

Ask me if I feel good, when we both know I don’t

I stand before you so you can see me

The real me

 

I want you to see how you’ve destroyed me

Look beyond those bruises

Yes! Look inside me

I know you see me crying for help

I know you hear my pleas

 

But no! You just want to chase a high

Stop touching me

Stop telling me I’m fine

I’m not fucking fine

 

I want to leave, but you’ve got me needing you

You wear me on your neck like a price

Like a deer a hunter carries on his back

Bragging about his big kill

 

I want out!

But I won’t give you the satisfaction of seeing me in ruins

I’ll fucking wear a smile

And like dead game, I’ll let you carry me, show me off

 

One day I’ll be the hunter

And I’ll wear your skin like you’ve worn mine

And use your teeth to adorn my neck

And in the moonlight, I’ll stand naked

And ask if you find me beautiful again

Written by Pineapple Drama

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