It does not haunt me
how you stole a piece of me without consent

It does not replay in my head
your hands on my unwilling body

Rather, I'm plagued by the days,  the weeks, the years that follow

When I laugh at their jokes
After you bragged about your conquest

When I shrug my shoulders to my friends
and tell them it was mutual

When I sit at my parents dinner table
and pretend it didn't happen under their roof

When I meet a nice boy
But his touch gives me a panic attack
so he stops returning my calls

Know that I'm not haunted by the night you stole my peace
Know that you didn't ruin my night
you ruined all the nights after