“What about tonight?”
I’m still not ready.
“But it will feel good.”
I’m scared.
“You don’t need to be scared.”
He laid me down.
I remained silent.
He had done so, many times before.
Trying to enter my home without the key.
That evening, I left the door unlocked and went to bed.
He didn’t knock that night.
He broke in.
Took what was mine.
Made me a stranger in my own home.
The lights were off.
No one knew the crime taking place.
But he was my boyfriend.
You let your lover into your home, right?
The lines are blurry.
Black and white turned to grey.
But my heart knew.
It was in the words I didn’t say.
Silence does not equate to consent.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
“What about tonight?”
I’m still not ready.
“But it will feel good.”
I’m scared.
“You don’t need to be scared.”
He laid me down.
I remained silent.
He had done so, many times before.
Trying to enter my home without the key.
That evening, I left the door unlocked and went to bed.
He didn’t knock that night.
He broke in.
Took what was mine.
Made me a stranger in my own home.
The lights were off.
No one knew the crime taking place.
But he was my boyfriend.
You let your lover into your home, right?
The lines are blurry.
Black and white turned to grey.
But my heart knew.
It was in the words I didn’t say.
Silence does not equate to consent.
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