it doesn’t count because you chose to wear that clingy dress that showed off some cleavage with a small slit on either side it doesn’t count because you were dancing and although you were dancing with your friends and by yourself
And FOR yourself
your ass was moving in front of them so of course you wanted it it doesn’t count because he already made his intentions clear by showing little signs of ownership touching your ass then walking away kissing your forehead then walking away
no permission
no seduction “you were mine before you knew it” it doesn’t count because you wore make up had a drink or two there’s no way you just wanted to party it doesn’t count because when you got home you were “drunk” so, you got yourself in the situation anyway when in fact you were sober and remember every single moment
(you wish you were drunk) it doesn’t count you made conversation with him cuddled him kissed him “you wanted it at the beginning” you knew what you were getting yourself into
( i wanted conversation
a loving sensation
i’ve been beat down by love
wanted someone to hold on to )
it doesn’t count because even though you couldn’t escape that cold cold bathroom and even though you kept saying no and “ow” flinching continuously fighting him feeling the repetitive sting and force and the more you said no the more he took it as a yes
making things more painful
with every sign of fighting back
so you stopped saying no
you knew it would hurt more until there was no where else to go and what was left , but to destroy that sacred barrier ? and what’s next ? “oh , you weren’t joking about being a virgin” it doesn’t count because you got that far , right ?
you spoke to him ,
showed interest in his soul ..
so by the time you fought back
it was too late “you’re so keen” when in fact it was your body bleeding burning hurting throbbing it doesn’t count you’re the only one feeling pain emotionally physically the only one who can barely do much but lay down and sleep hoping everything would just pause sleeping the day away ..
unable to walk ..
bruised but too ashamed to explain why you’re hurt , he’s satisfied so it must’ve only been you being difficult .. it doesn’t count you asked for it .
