You asked, so I don’t know how to say it was a violation. You asked for a kiss and then expected my tongue, my hips. I walked away like it was any other thing I said yes to and caved in on myself the rest of the day. Later your mind split me apart from all good things, which was a relief because my body can’t split the past from your tongue though I tried to convince you I loved you enough. The shame of saying yes just because it seemed unreasonable to refuse is fused with that other time and place. In those years since did you once think back and wonder if it was unreasonable to ask?
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