yet alcohol is still easy to now drown in.
My thoughts, my life, my schooling.
All to you.
I may have drank enough.
It would have been nice for a conversation.
Maybe to snuggle, or to listen.
But I remember.
You drew your hands up my dress, as my underwear fell.
I fall in and out of memory here.
Though, I know it happened three times in one night.
I know my body is not the same.
I know I was bruised inside and out.
Mentally and physically.
I am pained forever.
As you live everyday fine.
You killed me, my soul.
My future, but I won't let you take me!
Society blames me, it is my fault for having one drink too many.
I remember the drinks, I remember the incident.
It's not fair to me, that you thought this was time for such an intimacy.
I don't think you thought,
I think you took what you wanted and ran.
Society says its what I wore, it's the drinks I had.
He's not a rapist. I didn't get raped.
