The Poems and Narratives of a Sad Girl

Avoidance

You avoid him because of what he did.
What he did to you and to so many other girls.
What he did is gross, disgusting, he's a monster.
It's been years now, you thought you could just avoid it, avoid him.
But then there he is.
At the store.
At your safe place.
Where you go with friends at 3am when neither of you can sleep.
And the memories flood you again.
Trying to drown you in pain, anger and disgust.
You think 'why do I have to be her?'
But really you're me, I'm you.
We are one in the same in this, with this pain.
Where he touched you hurts.
Your wrists from where he held you.
Held you back to keep you there so you couldn't get away.
Your lower back, where you still feel the ghost of his hands on you.
Your legs from where his disgusting hands touched and held and grabbed you.
Your wrists turn pink again.
Marks from being held too tight.
Your mouth feels like it's not even your own.
You feel where his lips were on yours.
You want to scream.
You told him to stop, to leave you alone, to get away from you.
But all he did was laugh and tell you to stop being dramatic.
You weren't being dramatic.
I wasn't being dramatic.
What he did wasn't okay.