I was locked out.
I had no place to go.
Hostels were full.
“Friends” turned me away.
You offered me a place to stay.
You said you’d sleep on the couch.
I awoke to the feel of your hands.
The feel of your hands all over me.
Didn’t know what to do.
Was it me?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I drink too much?
Did I wear too little?
Did I make you believe I wanted this?
It was not my fault.
It was yours.
Yes means yes and no means no.
A vulnerable girl is not yours for the taking.