Broken Glass

Broken Glass

A Poem by Louisa April


Silence means a lot when saying something 
They say the quiet ones are the ones to watch out for 
The stranger in the street or your friend at school 
.. the quiet ones.. the wise ones, with the blinding smiles and beautiful eyes 
I don’t know when I fell for you, but I fell hard 
good things don’t last, time is moving fast 
My love for you was easy to see But I haven't felt yours yet… 
But I have felt you,.. in me You victimized my worth 
Decided my fate, I belonged to you in those few minutes... 
My heart... beating 
Beating just a bit a bit faster, Breathing just a bit harder 
Fingers, fingering, searching for soft spots 
To caress , hold.. mold.. choke 
*stop!* 
And id choke on my own spit 
You labelled me victim, with ten fingers, two hands..and a dick 
You ripped my clothes and pushed me to the wooden floor and kicked 
Kicked my legs apart.. and knelt between them, they just wouldn’t shut 
I lay there with eyes open, Afraid my eyes may never open if I shut them 
No one ever tells you what it feels like, to be broken 
To be broken.. like broken glass 
Cause once he was in , he was out 
And I , I realized what he was all about.. 
No one ever tells you about the glass shards 
The glass breaks yes, it hurts 
they imbed themselves in and under the skin, 
On the lining of my womb.. 
I will never be beautiful again 
These scars will never fade. 
How i wish i had amnesia cause then I wouldn't remember 
That look in your eye, one I had never seen before 
The color of your skin, the way you bit your lower lip 
The feel of your hands on my juvenile hips 
you inserted into me.. that which did not belong 
It felt like forever.. I could not go on 
Never before had the clock ticked so slowly 
The smell of sweat, semen, blood..I felt acid tears scraping my cheek as they rolled down… 
Not enough makeup in the world to hide my pain 
Silence means a lot when saying something 
I am all out of words Take back the night that I was shattered 
The night I felt the shards cut my skin, 
felt the blood trickle down my thigh…I heard him sigh 
Sounds.. long and short notes 
Screaming and groaning over creaking wooden floors 
Screaming until parts of me began to disappear I begin to tear 
and he didn't hear when I cried "stop!" “you”re hurting me,,” 
Screaming until I lose my voice..i couldn’t cry out for help..i couldn’t sing 
I couldn’t sing 
“father can you hear me..i need you help today” 
As he pushed.. i cried. 
“I know that you are listening.. and it will be okay 
and he pushed.. I gagged 
And he pushed and he came and i.. died inside 
Leaving behind a walking cadaver.. made of broken glass 

I cant rebuild.. ill just lie in ruins.. pick up my broken pieces 
Try to put them back together, but they just don’t seem to fit right.. 
The say the quiet ones are the ones to watch out for 
the quiet ones.. the wise ones, with the blinding smiles and beautiful eyes 
Why? God please tell me why? 

there always comes a point where you think you can walk alone, 
the darkness ain’t so dark,  right? 
You’ve learn to hide your skeletons in someone elses closet 
When you can pretend it never happened 
But he still rapes you in your dreams! 
Night after night and you slowly lose the fight 
Once a glass is broken, you can never really put it back together again.. 
No one ever tells you what it feels like, to be broken 
.. the quiet ones.. the wise ones,with their all knowing eyes 
They know these things 
with their blinding smiles and beautiful eyes 

Silence means a lot when saying something 
The say the quiet ones are the ones to watch out for

© 2013 Louisa April


Author's Note

Louisa April
i know i use a lot of unnecessary punctuation, i am working on correcting that, any other advice?

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Added on June 21, 2013
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