If I listen very closely
I can still hear
those whispers
inside my head.
When I close my eyes,
I can sometimes still see
his face
--so crisp,
  so clear.
I still dream about him
sometimes:
I still wake up
late at night and think about him,
what he said,
what he did,
and since I finally
have
the courage,
for my words not to crack,
to answer your question,
No.
It did not ******* feel good,
and
Yes.
I am still haunted by you
forcibly
taking
my
innocence
--the gift
I was saving
for the man that is now
madly in love with me.
I finally have
the courage, to admit:
I did not know you
not at all,
but you had
your way with
me,
WITHOUT
MY
CONSENT.
You stole my innocence
but you
cannot
take
my
integrity.