That was the night that everything
Changed.
The night I no longer felt beautiful
When I felt less like a person
And more like a body.
That was the night that I lost all my
Trust.
When he says he just wants a cup of coffee
But I expect something more.
That was the night that I truly felt
Hate.
Towards him.
Towards myself.
I gave him the wrong impression.
I never said no.
It was my fault.
It was my fault.
It was my fault.
But maybe
Just maybe
It wasn’t.