When I was little I was so scared of the dark
that sometimes they would lock me in a dark room
and I'd cry.
Very similar to when others locked me in their room
and I cried.

You asked me what happened
and I never told you
that I made a fort with the blankets afterwards
because I thought it was a game.

Once you said you felt guilty for kissing me
because they made me
and it made me feel worse
than them actually kissing me
but not as bad as when things got worse.

"What did I do with my hands?" I asked when I was 15
"Mostly kept mine out of your clothes" he said when he was 16
"Oh".