to the boy i met in science class

your name is carved into every tree i pass, and your name is in every book i read, theres always a character named after you, and he’s always the victim but you aren’t the victim, i am. i am the victim of your lies. i am the victim of your words. i am the victim of your touch. i am the victim of sexual assault. and its all because of you. you took a part of me that i will not get back that i can never get back. you stole my innocence. you reached up inside of me, scratched around, and pulled the words out of my insides as if they belonged to you. as if you had a right to them. as if you of all people were a part time owner with rights to my body. you sexually assaulted me. and they say most accidents happen just miles from thew home but it wasn’t miles from my home, i could see my house from the vice grips you had on me preventing me from leaving. i could see my home, the place where I’m safe. and why parents drove right past me and saw nothing was wrong because they couldn’t heart the voices inside my head screaming STOP! I DON’T WANT THIS! and i couldn’t even hear it myself because i didn’t know it was sexual assault at the time i thought this was love between two people but theres a difference between love and lust and you didn’t respect me or any part of me you just wanted the part of my that only you would be able to have and now you have it so i hope you’re happy because for the past four years i have hated myself for it. and it took me so long to realize this wasn’t normal and what i feeling wasn’t okay because what you did too me wasn’t okay because you sexually assaulted me.