*um hey this is a trigger warning*
you drag your hand up my thigh
and ask if i need help taking off my seatbelt
as you kiss my neck
and play with my hair
i want to throw open the door and run
or do what my father said
"just punch him in the face"
i blame myself
for not saying "no"
for the fear of what might have happened
if I did
i blame myself
for not saying "stop"
hoping crossing my arms
and not looking at you
would signal the syllable
i blame myself
for not saying
something as simple as that
and maybe
people wouldn't tell me
to try and forgive you
YOU ARE READING
untitled poems
Poetrythese are my untitled poems. i write when boredom strikes. they vary by my mood, and they may have different lines & stanzas than the next. they may rhyme. they may not. i don't capitalize my letters.
