this was an accident

What he did

i really couldn't control it right,

it wasn't my fault what he did. 

i couldn't stop his stares or his wondering hands, 

i couldn't stop what he did. 

i couldn't help how people would react to what i did to him. 

i gave him a record at the age of 17, i ruined him.

girls and boys alike don't want him anymore,

girls and boys alike don't want me anymore. 

i cant help what he did. 

where his hands held.

how i screamed.

how they watched with unapologetic eyes.

his friends called me a slut, a whore of sorts.

the school asked me what i was wearing, what i was doing, if i provoked him. 

boys will be boys, boys will be unforgiving

boys will be assaulting with glares and words and unwanted touching

what he did hurt me, 

hurt my life,

my family.

i stopped going to school after what he did. 

it was to hard, having his friends say what i was.

hearing the whispers of people around me.

i wont hold any guilt for hurting him after what he did.