Exhale

He was the right age.
I was the
W R O N G one
For our paths to cross.

At first, I saw him as golden boy,
S A V I O R
Rolled into one....
A lanky, sweaty teenager
Who included me
Everywhere he went,
Made me feel special
And loved,
Not groomed
And trapped.

Questions should have popped up.
Why is a 13-year-old 8th grader hanging out
With a 5-year-old kindergartner??

Why are we always behind closed doors....
Or in the woods behind the church
.... Alone?

I prayed a lot at church,
Especially in those woods....

Begging to B R E A T H E
Without his weight on my body
But he I S O L A T E D me
And F O R C E D me to breathe in
... H I S scent
... H I S lust
... H I S dominance

...... ALL of H I M ......

I'm still W A I T I N G to
E X H A L E