Takes Two

I remember the day that we first met.
You were welcoming and non-threatening.
Friendly with a smile on your face.
And even though I was shy and quiet as a church mouse, you would listen when I spoke.

As time went on we grew closer and you welcomed me into your world with open arms.
For the first time in my life I felt like I belonged; I felt at home.
You helped me out of my shell, slowly.
You showed me that there was a world outside, though you began controlling what I was exposed to.
Though I just looked past that small part of your nature and focused on the good.
I thought you were genuinely a good influence and a good person.


But it wasn't until it was too late that I found out that I was just your puppet.
Just another fucktoy you manipulated to match your twisted image of "perfect."

You don't know how many nights of sleep I lost because of you, and you could never imagine how many tears I've shed.
But that doesn't really matter, now, does it?
Because you're done with me and our paths have finally split in two separate directions.
You used me for your own selfish desires.
To sate your sexual appetite over and over again until there was nothing left of me.

You took advantage of me, of a child, without even thinking twice...
You convinced me that I needed you, that I loved you.
You said that I was nothing and I believed you!
When you left and I tried to kill myself, you didn't even acknowledge my existence when I was right in front of you!
You took single thing I called mine...

You robbed me of my innocence.

Now, when I speak up against you and try to get some sort of justice,
all I hear in return is
"It takes two to tango."

Yes... but when you dance with a 14 year old while in your late 30's without consent, I don't think that's right.