I Hate That You Know Me

I hate that you know me

I don’t like that you gripped my throat,

pushed me down and tried to control me

Your touch was an acid burn and

your mark permanently etched itself on my skin

Your fingers traced my lips while quieting my cries

Making me forget to release the breath I’ve been holding

I black out—

And you curse my absent mind

Because me blacking out took away the fun in your game

But that didn’t stop you from taking the innocence in my name

When you’re finally finished, I’m starting to wake

But my eyelids stay pressed tight to avoid the nightmare of you pushing me down again

And I hate that you know me

And every time someone mentions your name,

My legs shiver and quake

And the mark you left starts to burn once more