Blind Poem by Jessica lee Workman

I wish i was blind
Waiting, debating
Contemplating.
On whether or not I
Should be saying.
He took one thing
I can never get back.
It just goes to show
The real man he lacks.
Trust was a thing
My grandma gave to him,
Not knowing the monster he
hides within.
I lay down for sleep
As he tells me to.
Knowing the moment is coming,
When he finally breaks through.
I'm hurt and
He's laughing,
Ignoring it.
Does he care?
Does it bother him?
Knowing there was more than one thing
He put inside me
Other than grim.
Three years have past
And I am still perturbed,
By the mess he left,
All things in my world are disturbed.
Just thinking he's out there
With some other girl.
She's probably so scared.
It makes me want to hurl.
I have no bruises,
I have no scars.
But taking my virginity,
Was like taking my heart.
Why would he do this?
What did I do?
I cant take my mind off of him.
I don't know what to do.
picture perfect memories,
are not the images I see.
When I look back and think
Of a younger me.
I see his face
flash in my mind
Smiling his ugly smile,
I wish I was blind.