Tainted

I lay there, half-naked, body gone numb

Tears on the sheets, but he’s already done

Scrolling his phone like I don’t exist

Like I’m just another name on his twisted list

He smirks in the glow of a cold blue screen

While I sink in a bed that still smells like him

Maybe he knew, maybe he saw

Maybe he just didn’t give a damn at all

Six years of begging, six years of pain

Six years of thinking maybe I’m to blame

He called it love, but love doesn’t take

Love doesn’t leave you hollow and ashamed

And I bled, and I cried, but he never stopped

Said if I loved him, I’d just shut up

Now I’m haunted by the ghost of that room

Suffocating in the scent of my doom

Seventeen, too young, too fucking naive

Thought love meant letting him have all of me

Said no man would want what he already broke

So I swallowed the pain, choked on the choke

No condom, no care, just his need to feel

Told me my body was his to steal

I whimpered, I bled, curled up in fear

But he never stopped—he was never near

Six years of begging, six years of pain

Six years of breaking just to keep him sane

He called it love, but love doesn’t kill

Love doesn’t force, doesn’t bend your will

And I bled, and I cried, but he never stopped

Said if I loved him, I’d just shut up

Now I’m haunted by the ghost of that room

Suffocating in the scent of my doom

Love isn’t bruises, love isn’t chains

Love isn’t nights where you drown in the shame

Now I see the truth, now I see the lies

Now I see the monster behind his disguise

So I spit on his name and scream in the dark

Take back the body he ripped apart

I was never tainted, I was never wrong

I am still breathing—I am still strong.