I woke up in your bed, naked, next to you

I do not recall giving you access to my body

I couldn’t get up because I didn’t know what to do

I was in deep regret, was I even horny?

I felt unsafe and filthy, I barely knew who you were

I wanted to cry but confusion caught me first because I all I did was stare

You laid in that bed so peacefully which I thought wasn’t fair

I knew I’d lost myself and didn’t know if I’d ever be found again

So there in your bed I sat, dumb founded and my eyes began to pour streams of water

I felt everything bad in me breakout, I didn’t wanna be sober

I reached for the Hennessy bottle that was on your side

I drunk it as fast as I could in those minutes that I cried

Then you woke up. You looked around and noticed me there

You weren’t surprised. You knew what you did and didn’t care

“Morning rounds?” You asked. You had the audacity to ask

I looked at the bottle in my hand then hit you on the head repeatedly and very fast

I felt you didn’t deserve to live and I didn’t care how loudly you screamed

I killed you . Then I left. I cried on the way home. It was not you but my virginity I grieved

I was never gonna be the same. I told myself and believed