I remember once years ago,
You painted my bare body like you were Michael Angelo.
Not colorful or bright,
I had tried so hard to put up a fight.
Of course nobody believed me,
“Dylan? No that can’t be.”
I thought time would help me get over it,
It’s happened again, how ****?
I know this time it wasn’t ****,
But you still touched me for goodness sake!
I didn’t want to tell Terry,
But your hard lips against mine were so scary.
He didn’t give me the reaction I thought he would,
You’re his baby brother, he stood up for you every way he could.
“ He was so drunk.”
“ It’s okay.” My hopes sunk.
How many times is this going to happen in all my years?
Will it happen again? Is one of my biggest fears...