When you decided that my tongue, my lips, were for your own pleasure and not to speak my thoughts.
When you pushed me too far, when I told you to stop, curled in a corner, naked and crying, and you zipped up your jeans, saying nothing.
When I leaned against you for a hug, and you slipped a hand down the back of my pants, where all my friends could see.
When I kissed you goodnight, and you pressed me into the passenger’s seat.
When you dug your finger inside of me, searching for something that didn’t exist.
When I said I wanted your heart, and you said you didn’t want to give it.
When I decided to give you what you wanted, because then, maybe you’d stay.