Cracked glass and scarred hands

Fingers burning and distorted memories

This is not what I wanted

This is not what I thought was going to happen

I thought this was fun

But what fun did you have in ruining me?

I cry at night knowing I can never tell anyone

How can I express this tragedy without saying it?

How can I tell my secret without being so blunt?

My trauma is a political argument and

I just can’t have that

Had to throw away my favorite dress,

Couldn’t keep what your hands had touched

Slept on the couch,

Couldn’t be in the bed you killed me in

Stopped drinking altogether,

Couldn’t face another night like that one

Drunk or not

Legal or not

What you did ruined me

and left me scarred

Like burns, you have left me unintelligible

Even to myself

This secret is killing me

and I know it always will

So that is what you have done; this is how you killed me.