(this says story starter but i’m just gonna write it as a poem.)

TW R4P3, S3XU4L 4SS4ULT, SU1C1D3

“I don’t know why. I just couldn’t help myself.”

those words are going to be forever branded into my skin.

so will your lustful touch that i so clearly said no to.

is it impossible to listen?

is it possible to resist the urge to do anything?

my pen sits in the same spot

an ink spot accumulates on the lined paper

soaking through and staining the wood of my desk

as your touch stained my body.

as i write the last line, i drag my pen again.

“I don’t know why. I just couldn’t help myself.”

the last words of my note.

fold it up nicely, now.

don’t want to mess it up like everything else.