Anonymous Story: DID YOU ASK? never even crossed your mind.

This poem is for you.
The man who put a dent in my spirit.
Maybe, someday it will dawn upon you,
That you hurt me beyond recognition.
Because of you, I fear men like you.

I don’t dare travel alone, for your hands run through my mind.
What if there are more guys… like you?
I don’t trust my own instinct like I used to, anyone remotely similar, to your shape.
I don’t know what I’d do, if I saw you, [D].

I know other girls who would kick you for what you grabbed without their permission.
I know men who want to see you dead.
I know family members who would like to see you hung.

I know, I would do much worse. Thank you,
[DO], for killing a part of me.