Brick by Brick

In the beginning, you weren’t harmful

You were my teacher in a sick way

Instructing me to carry out unimaginable

It was just secret playtime for you

It was a life of misery and therapy for me

I was your first and only victim.

Your grasp of control was finally slipping

I was 15 and now dating, however unsuccessful.

I had an idea that your action was immoral

I stood up for myself and yelled back.

I felt strong in that moment.

Until you got the manhood to hit me.

You had threatened before, but never.

You hurt me to keep me in place and quiet.

As this mess of rage and sick satisfaction grew

I began using your threats against you.

Hurt me, do it. Throw me through the wall.

You were shocked at first and didn’t proceed.

But then you did it. You sent me through the wall.

Unprepared and unknowing I feared you.

Every brick was built by you.

Every brick was a bruise or welt.

Every brick was a playtime.

Every brick was a lesson taught.

But then, I could see the light of day.

I could see the rays of sunshine

That only exists outside of your control.

And on the day you got courage, I did too.

I escaped you. Finally.

But only days later I would be returned to you.

The justice system failed me.

You had failed me.