it’s been two years and i still
feel your tongue down my throat.
were you not as drunk as you let on?
you seemed coherent when you told me it wasn’t cheating to kiss you.
i didn’t kiss you.
you held me to the bed.
i was wine drunk and tired (and helpless)
and in a relationship (which you knew about).
you kissed me and kissed me
and put your tongue in my mouth.
i don’t remember for how long.
maybe minutes. maybe hours.
i tried to say something. to push you off.
but you were a friend.
you were a friend and i was staying at your place.
so it wasn’t assault, right? it was accidental?
it wasn’t accidental when you kissed me
after i told you to stop.
most days i’m okay.
most days except june the second.
most days except when someone kisses me.
it only ever reminds me of you.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
it’s been two years and i still
feel your tongue down my throat.
were you not as drunk as you let on?
you seemed coherent when you told me it wasn’t cheating to kiss you.
i didn’t kiss you.
you held me to the bed.
i was wine drunk and tired (and helpless)
and in a relationship (which you knew about).
you kissed me and kissed me
and put your tongue in my mouth.
i don’t remember for how long.
maybe minutes. maybe hours.
i tried to say something. to push you off.
but you were a friend.
you were a friend and i was staying at your place.
so it wasn’t assault, right? it was accidental?
it wasn’t accidental when you kissed me
after i told you to stop.
most days i’m okay.
most days except june the second.
most days except when someone kisses me.
it only ever reminds me of you.
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