i gave myself to him

I gave myself to him when I was eight
Yea I was young, but he didn’t care
You see I was one of those girls that develops early
Just because I was a virgin didn’t mean I was naïve
I knew he wasn’t one; I mean after all, He had my sister first;
That’s how he got to me, but that’s what made him special,
His experience; he had seen and felt it all
The pain, the passion, the pointlessness
I wanted him; I needed him; I had to have him

I gave myself to him when I was eight
Yea I was young, but he didn’t care
So I opened myself to him
And he, accepted the invitation
And gave me more than I could ask for
He reached my soul to the depth unimaginable
He unlocked my heart and released the pain and
Am not talking about the ache that a doctor
Can heal with surgery; I am talking about a cleansing
He came in and took over. He pushed out all the emotions
Hidden in the corners of my heart, he didn’t just finish there
He dug deeper till he found a treasure chest, I didn’t even know was there
And he opened it and He took his time as he pulled each treasure out, one by one
He didn’t want me just to see, but to look at each one carefully

I gave myself to him when I was eight
Yea I was young, but he didn’t care
He was more than a one night stand;
He gave me more than an intense sensation of pleasure or an orgasm
He gave me an image of myself, I never seen before; a voice to speak of the unspoken
I gave myself to Poetry when I was eight