Control`

There is no worse feeling then realizing someone that you hate,
even more than yourself controlled so much of you for so long.
He took so much more than I thought,
My trust the love I had for my body, and my freedom.
He controlled my entire life, even my relationships. Even though I never spoke to him again.
He made me hate the skin on my body that his fingers once touched.
I can still feel the bruises he left me, the way he held me down as he took everything I refused to give him.
The parts of my body that he stole from me I now hate.
I mourn the loss of my control for the body I once loved.
An wish everyday that I could love this skin again, so you could love it too.