I Fell in Love With My Rapist
I fell in love with my rapist..
Yes in the way that is supposed to be sacred. A kindling of souls or rather an intertwining of spirits.
You see he wasn't always just my rapist.
But once the person I adored, a man I called a friend but now I see he's nothing but a boy.
I know most will say well how could you love a man who invaded your most sacred of places.
But see this boy that I once saw as a man presented himself to me as my savior.
My knight in shining armor he swept me off my feet and gave me a peace that I was reluctant in receiving and laying kisses on me so sweet I'm pretty sure I still have the cavities,
See I saw my rapist as King once..
That is before those kisses turned bitter and those cavities became infections corrupting my sinuses and skewing my vision and his arms....
Those arms I once found so strong as he held me ever so gently as he began to squeeze me in a pythons grip and I began to scream.. screaming Out in pleasures and pains as tears stained my ebony face. But all the while my heart sang simply because my King was holding me.. See..
I fell in love with my rapist..
My heart became entangled in this wicked love affair and I just couldn't find the strength to break his grip and as my lungs began to fail.. I saw this sickening grin that mocked me because he knew he was about to win..
See I couldn't resist that wicked grin as his body pressed against mine forcing me open as his acid acrid breath stained my lips..
They say the Devil was beautiful and well he must've found home in my bed and I relished in every bit of this hellish bliss..
His fists wrote prose on my once flawless skin leaving me in tales told in blacks and blues but all I saw was galaxies and endless creations forming on my body, I was his canvas and it was something i was fond of being..
He would often tell me I would never leave and just like Stockholm I stayed loving the feel of his tongue as he slashed my innocence with sharp words of things I could never be, killing dreams before I even had the chance to dream..
and I loved it...
I loved it,
I loved it..
and I know now that my soul will pay a heavy price because of it...
Maryah Langston
