First time.

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I have had many things stolen from me.

From the simplest things.

When I was 5 my first playstation.

7, my first kiss.

And when I was 14, my first time.

Most people imagine thier first time

as this beautiful moment,

Candles on the side of the bed.

Marvin Gaye playing in the background.

And this perfect collision of bodies.

Like during a sunset,

The way purple and pink clash so beautifully.

And that absolute moment of pleasure.

But instead of screaming his name,

 

I was screaming for help.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have been scared to post some of my poems for a while because of the hate I get. So please don't post any rude or hurtful comments.

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