Get Ready

He asked for my consent once

Which apparently meant he could go as far as he wanted

From that moment on.

I didn't necessarily tell him to go further

but I didn't refuse it.

It would have been nice if he had asked me

Before he clawed at my pants.

What I didn't understand is that no means no

but also, yes means yes.

The rush of joy I had when it happened was euphoric.

But the rush faded days later when I realized

I wasn't ready.

But he was. So that's all that matters.

Right?

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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