Every time I dare to think about it, my body hurts.
I already feel sick just thinking about it.
I really want to tell someone about it, I really want to scream at the top of my lungs and tell people. But it hurts way too much to try and relive it, and I know people will judge me, "you shouldn't have went to his place in the first place" "how could you have been so naive" "what did you expect he's a guy" "he could've done worse". I can already hear it all.
This wasn't the first time that I had been sexually harassed and almost raped, it happened a lot when I was young. But this time it was my boyfriend, someone I loved.
When I first told my friends about what happened that day, all they could comfort me with was how much he supposedly loved me because he went down on me. Dismissing the whole fact that I didn't want him to. I felt violated.
It left me feeling empty and disgusted. Disgusted at myself.
But I knew that if I hadn't let him do it he'd be upset and if I hadn't done the same to him, he would've done worse to me.
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PoetryMoonbow (noun) - a rainbow produced by moonlight rather than sunlight. Usually appears in areas with waterfalls. a book of unseen writings and poetry.
