June 25, 2023

Marked on my calendar

Engraved in my mind

Memories of your hands on me

What I thought was an act of love, ended up as just a thing, a casual one night stand for you.

Unsee, unfeel, forget it. Forget everything.

Easy for you to say

My mind is blurry, remembering bits of what happened, yet I remember telling you stop. Not once, not twice, but multiple times.

Yes, you stopped. But when? When you weren't pleased enough or when you heard me?

I want answers. Not from you. From another conscience, a spirit, any highly being, the universe.

Why?

Why...