Remember

I remember that July night.

I remember that look in your eyes.

I remember the way your hands moved.

The way you shoved your fingers down my throat.

I remember trying to say no, trying to say I wasn't ready.

You started taking off my clothes.

You told me to hush.

You told me not to worry.

I remember the pillow you put over my face.

When you finished, I remembered the look of guilt on your face.

It put you in a panic.

I remember the reason I stayed that night; I was afraid.

I couldn't wait to get back home.

You tell everyone a different story.

You tell them I was crazy. 

You tell them I tried to hit you with a car.

You're incapable of telling the truth, always trying to play victim.

Afraid to let people know who you really are. 

Multiple girls came clean, some were even as young as fourteen.

It's sickening.

If you're reading this and you know his name. 

Don't let him take your sparkle away.

It's time to end rape culture "Boyswillbeboys" shouldn't be okay.