hurting from your grip recovering from your hands crying from the memories of me never taking a stand you always were so gentle your body oh, so buff it seemed in football (but NEVER to me) you always were so tough i was there for him he was the only reason i came then you overtook my body and i couldn't look at him the same i told him all about you i told him what you'd done but when i fin'ly said it outloud all i could do was run it seemed to be all me i'd always flirted way too strong and you were just trying to read my signals but i guess i sent them wrong it wasn't your fault it was me- im the whore i guess my chances with that one sweet guy just aren't there anymore am no longer happy i am not longer afeared i just lurke in the corners of my school and people think im weird
Reason for writing:
saturday night at a graduation party, we all went camping..
i was there and so was this guy i like a lot.
my ex-best friend's brand new boyfriend ..im not sure...
took advantage of me?
forced himself upon me?
im not exactly a girl that can say no
but i always feel like if i do, it would be mean
i really am not a whore- not at all- i am a virgin by and far
but i think this time it was my fault
im so scared and i am scared to tell anyone
i told the guy i like, but when i said it outloud to someone, hes like- why didn't you stop him?
why didn't you do anyting?
i don't know....
Birth sign: Libra
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