Somebody

(This poem isnt particularly about me, just writing a story)

She explained …

You don’t have to touch me to feel me, you feel me?

You didn’t take the time to understand and get the real me

I want you to touch my mind not just my body, stimulate my brain and make me feel like somebody

I mean isn’t that the reason why you like me?

Oh, my bad, nah you just wanted to get inside me. You just wanted to strip me from my innocence of a goddess.

It was late august, when I thought you were flawless, but you weren’t completely honest, and I ignored your oddness, sorry empty promises.

And without thinking twice I still let you in my temple regardless. For months, I regretted it, every text message you ignored it and every sorry I could no longer accept it.

Trying to reach you, just to inform you that I was 3 months pregnant. Still no contact, I kept it.

All I wanted was to feel special, but you left me stranded like I was a nobody.

Now looking in her eyes, I feel like a somebody.