banging against the head board
the mattress squeaks beneath us
your hand is pressed against my neck
and i can't breathe
bite mark on your shoulder
and scratches all down your back
i guess i needed something
to hold on to
if i resist
take my wrists
and hold them against the bed
and tell me i'm a bad girl
this is what i wanted
this is what i asked for
you like it rough bitch?
dirty little whore
i've had too much to drink
and i can't think straight
how did this happen?
did i make him think i wanted him?
i just remember crying
and looking up at him
looking down on me
getting off on my pain
laying there naked and ashamed
while he put his pants on
and brought his fingers to his lips
and said shh
are we done now?
is it finally over?
can i go back to the party?
and pretend this never happened
keep it to yourself, keep it quiet
with the way you dress, the things you say
the boys you've been with
no one would believe you anyway
i'm crying while i write this
i haven't talked about it since then
and i don't really want to talk about it right now
except to set the record straight... i said no