Fault
How is it my fault You push to make Me the bad person When you messed up You forced yourself on me You wanted me to “feel good” After I told you no After I told you stop You said you would do it To yourself and only you You keep poking You felt for my waistband You wanted me to stay quiet You told me to shut up You kept me up all night You liked what was happening And I didn’t I only stayed quite To keep Everyone else asleep
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