T/W: Implications of sexual abuse/rape/harrasment
+this is a poem i wrote, not a direct personal expirence. i think of it as a metaphor
i can't say no
i was in the cafeteria, eating the lunch that my dad packed for me the night prior when my best friend asked me to the movies.
sure, i'd love to.
two nights later we were at the theatre and you put your hand by mine.
but we aren't like that. he'll probably stop.
later that night, you gave me a hug that lasted a second too long.
we're just friends, maybe he'll stop.
at school that monday you tried to hold my hand.
we're friends. Please stop.
you threw your arm around my shoulder as we walked.
i don't see you like that, please stop.
you kissed my cheek.
Please stop.
when we were alone you rested your hand above my knee
we're just friends, i don't see you like that. please stop.
you slid your hand further up my thigh.
you're making me uncomfortable, please stop.
you put your hand on my hip.
get away from me. stop!
your once emerald eyes remind me of poison. you're angry.
i'm scared, fucking stop!
hands on my throat.
i can't breath.
the world is spinning.
okay, fine.
YOU ARE READING
emotions, but make it artsy
Teen Fictionhi, my name is erin. i've written a story or two on here before, but recently i've found myself writting more personal stories. every chapter is real unless i say it is not before the chapter begins. this is how i've been coping with my past. i thi...
