I Said No.
But you didn't really mean no.
I said no. I meant no.
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You needed something to help get your
mind off what you were going through.
I was doing you a favor.
I said no. So. Many. Times. I pushed you away
as I practically begged you to get off of me.
I laid lifeless after.
You said you were mine.
It’s your fault.
I said no. I felt sick to my stomach after.
You turned your head, so you didn’t have to see my tears.
I still feel like it was my fault. For trusting you. For ignoring
the red flags that you so generously flew.
Stop making me feel bad.
It doesn’t count if we were together.
I said no. I told you I didn’t want it.
Please, help me sort this out because I can’t just shake it.
It must count.
Do you know how much trouble
you could get me in by saying all this?
Keep your voice down. You’re just confused.
I am confused. By how this happened.
By how you could so carelessly hurt me without remorse.
Without my consent.
I said no.
I'm not sorry.
I have to carry this with me for the rest of my life.
You’re just being dramatic.
It’s fine.
I said no.
"I am mine
before I am ever anyone else's"