I thought you'd always have my back
"Till the end of time" we'd say
I believed it until you proved me wrong that day
How foolish of me..

Your man tried to set me up with his friend
I didn't want to, but I didn't want to be rude
That was my downfall in the end

You left us alone, and he thought the fun had just begun
I kept saying no but had nowhere to run
We played this game of cat and mouse
All around the comfort of your house

I couldn't escape, I kept saying no
He would stop for a minute then continue to go
He kept touching me and violating my body and space
When I told you, you said "that can't be the case"

At one point you both said to him
"you're lucky it happened to her and not somebody else, cause she has people who can vouch for you.
Otherwise you could have a charge put on you"

That statement shattered an already broken soul.

I don't feel lucky at all.

I was never asked or given the option to press charges, the decision was made for me.
They tried to say "he's a good guy" and "I've known him for 15 years, he's not an animal"

The experience I had with him is he assaulted me.
He groped, touched and tried to force himself onto me
For hours after I constantly said no.
I can't just let that go

Just because he didn't actually **** me doesn't mean the trauma of the assault is lessened.

It felt as if you were both protecting my assailant
More than you were protecting me.
I didn't ask for this to happen
I didn't deserve this

You both said you'd cut him off
But you told him you'd only distance yourself for "a bit"
That feels like you spit in my face
You're still both friends on Facebook
I can't even stand to look

You said youd have my back till the end of time.
Turns out you meant
Until your boyfriend's friend
Assaulted me


– Protecting my Assailant // F.C.

your greedy hands are no greedier than mine,
as your fingers travel past my waistline,
thinking that i’m about to waste my time
on a man like you,
“too good to be true,”
kinda borrowed, about to be blue.
my greedy hands will clench,
as i lean closer on that bench,
ignoring your disgusting cigarette stench.
“i’ll break your ******* jawline
if your hands don’t leave my waistline,”
and you didn’t waste time

running away.