When I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya

your lips pressed against mine

hands wandering to places I didn't give you permission to touch

how I tried to scream,

tried to scratch 

tried to fight 

how you pressed your hand over my mouth 

so i couldn't scream

placed a hand around my neck and tightened it 

how I was gasping for air

pleading with you 

how you ripped the buttons off of my shirt 

you got frustrated

and fumbled around discarded clothing 

how you violated me in so many ways 

but insisted that we were friends

that we had known each other for so long 

that I wanted it 

how I had liked it 

putting words into my mouth as I lay there mute 

putting your clothes back on and walking out

like nothing had happened 

the world continuing on for you as it stood still for me 


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