permission

some days i wish i had a different name 
one that people would forget 
~
or a different life 
one that people didn’t know a thing about 
~
i’ve done some silly things 
while drowning in alcohol
trying to forget
then scrambling to gather the scattered pieces of me 

i was vulnerable 
and lost
you touched my body
you didn’t even ask
~
i had to yell before you heard me
even then, you didn’t believe me
you wanted me to justify myself
“let’s keep this between us” you stated
~
the memories are still there 
and I just want to forget

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