i would never hurt the woman that i loved

except for when she didn’t want to be touched.

and my friends don’t condone sexual assault

but

they will go silent,

ignore you

they wont talk.

your pleas will mean nothing

your cries for help will be a burden

nobody cares you fell victim to someone’s perversion

i did not do anything unjust

or anything messed up

i don’t get her anger,

i don’t get the fuss

sure she wasn’t conscious

she wasn’t moving

and yes,

i knew what i was doing

but i swear it wasn’t my fault.

she is remembering it wrong

i would never put my hand inside her

while she was unconscious

beginning the the coitus process

move her around;

all while she was immobile

she didn’t make a sound.

look i am not to blame

if she had a little more to drink she

would have stayed asleep

i tried to be respectful

i tried to not make a peep

ask my friends,

they will vouch for me.

yes,

yes,

Ask my them,

for they will say the same.

i promise i am not the one to blame

they will tell you she was never abruptly awoken

getting groped

as she lay frozen

stunned by my deception

her spirit deceased

soul broken

while i went in her pants and back to myself

from her top and everywhere else

because it’s just sex

what is the big deal?

i didn’t rape?

i didn’t steal..

well i mean,

i almost did the first,

but then i got stopped

isn’t that enough?

i would never hurt the woman that i loved

except for when she didn’t want to be touched.

and what a cliche

ignore what is right

hoping it

what,

fades away?

that the violation of someone’s body

is up for debate.

i’m so glad myself,

and the ones around me

understand

that i am the kind of man,

that would never hurt the woman that i loved

except for when she didn’t want to be touched