These are the things
Bad days are made out of.

Too much *****
And too little foresight
A recipe for bad decisions
Drinking can bring out a persons character
But you were a more real monster
Than I was equipped for
You were sober
When you tore off your fleshy mask.
See,
It was MY drinking
That brought out your real character

I am not a fool
And even less of a victim
And you should have thought
Before you deemed a few shots
A good enough way to get me vulnerable

Because I'm not a fool
and even less of a victim
And you weren't able to take advantage.
But even though I kept my body private
To those who do not have a personal invitation
The hands you put on me leave heat on my porcelain skin
Where fire starts to kindle
A rage only seen in hatred
And it's cracking my complexion
The anger underneath my eyes.
My skin you touched without asking
A snake slithering under the flesh you call a home
When I said no I meant it
And I enforced it.

But I'm not a fool.
And I'm less of a victim.
And it kills me to know you tried.

These are the things bad days are made of.