”Please stop”
Your hand molding to fit the shape of my breast
“Please stop”
You do it again
What’s supposed to be affection
Has turned into you crossing the line

I say stop
You keep going
I say top
You try to make me wanna keep going
STOP
please…
You’ve crossed the thick line
It’s grown thicker with everyday with you
But now..
Now you’ve crossed over it

How dare you keep going when I say stop
How dare you keep molding and squeezing
I said stop can you not hear me?
You’ve crossed the line I thought you would never cross

For what?
For your enjoyment?
Your fingers are blades.
Cutting deeper into me with every grab, *****, and rub
The line is gone how could you do this.?

One full year of trust down the drain
I said stop
It started with just little things that annoy me
Now you’ve crossed the line
You hurt me.
HOW COULD YOU.

Maybe I’ve let the line grow to thick
Your supposed to be the person I trust
But now you’re someone I’m scared of.
What if you take it to far next time..
What if this leads to ****..

You’ve crossed the line
I trusted you.
Now it’s gone.