Dear Kyle,
What up dick?
Heard your poem last night. It was pretty and very truthful but you left out one thing. Saturday was not my fault and I
refuse to sit here & let you call me seductress like it's some evil thing.
Or let you blame it on some sort of re-victimization crap when
told you UPFRONT that I didn't want you to go under.
Then I told you repeatedly to "watch ur hands" even physically moved them at one point.
Don't tell me you were just... (inset bs here)
You pushed me!
You had your goal and you ignored my request until you got it.
I take blame for everything leading up to that day and every kiss
leading up to that moment.
But when you told me you wanted my pants off,
YOU crossed the line & everything after that moment is on your conscious.
The MOMENT you got my panties off, you whip out your dick?! Wtf?
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