Something I wrote, idk, enjoy:)
Take me back to that night. The night where everything went wrong. If I had known everything that I know now back then, would I do anything different? Would I have still given him my Snapchat? Would I have still asked him to meet up? Would I have got in his car? Would I have given him a hug? My biggest flaw is that I trust too easily, and that’s what I did that night. He said he wanted to take me for a ride, that’s all. If I had known all the trauma it’d cause would I have let him kiss me? Would I have taken him to my favourite park? Would I have let him touch the parts of me no one had ever touched before? I used to dream of the day I was no longer innocent. I dreamed of candles and rose petals and fireworks. I dreamed of a big bed with lots of kissing and an occasional “I love you”. If I had known I wouldn’t have a choice, would I still have asked for weed? Would I have smoked so much? Would I have shown him vulnerability that no one else had seen? A year later and I still think of him, I think of the way his hands roamed my body. The way his hands moved me so I was in front of him. The way it hurt when I realized what was happening. If I had known that a year later I’d still hate myself for something that wasn’t my fault, would I have acted like I liked it? Would I have kept my mouth shut and let him finish? Would I have not hurt my head in his car? A year later and I still feel the need to be used the way he used me. A year later and I still want the pain that came with that night. A year later and I still have no hope. If I had known I’d cry myself to sleep for years to come, would I have ever said hello?