Trigger Warning ⚠︎︎ Sexual Trauma
Not that I can remember much of the sight,
though I persist, your body atop mine.
In the dim shade of the night,
I had no clue if it was wrong or right.
I vocalized the pain,
though you said that it was normal.
Looking back I wonder what you had to gain.
Could the act be purely labeled as hormonal ?
Your aggressive lips across my frame,
am I to blame ?
Did I even protest no ?
I couldn't have known I'd be haunted by shame.
Years later, we never mention it.
No one knows, or at least I never mentioned it.
When we speak our eyes share a mention of it.
You're still very touchy, though I don't mention it.
YOU ARE READING
none of the things i've said
PoetryA collection of poems from a teenager battling social anxiety, depression, and teenage angst while navigating love on the road to self discovery and maturing. It's simply good fun. Well not all the time; sometimes it's about love. And heartbreak...
