You thought that chipping away at me
Would remove my core.
You thought if you stole my beauty
I’d never be loved again.
You thought that scarring my skin
Would find its way to my heart.
You thought that stealing my sex
Would mean I was yours.
You thought that cutting me off from the world
Would make me lonely.
You thought holding me captive
Would mean I wasn’t free.
You thought beating me down
Would make it so I’d never leave.
You were so sure
But you were wrong.