Remember?

What I remember was…

Falling into your at the bar.
Taking a shot and barely being able to keep it down.
You holding me up so I could stand.
The bartender cutting me off.
The bouncer telling you I was kicked out.

What I don’t remember was…

The drive back to the house.
Walking from the car.
Taking my clothes off.
Kissing.
Having sex with you.

What I remember was…

Waking up naked, uncovered, and alone on a couch.
Not knowing where my clothes were.
Walking through the house to find my friend and her boyfriend.
Being told I was “in-to-it” last night.
Her boyfriend saying I was loud.

What I don’t remember was…

Everyone coming back to the house from the bar.
If I was naked in front of everyone as they came in.

What I remember was…

Being told it wasn’t rape. 
You telling me to keep my mouth shut because I wanted it that night.


I shouldn’t have had so much to drink.
You should have known I was in no shape to have sex.
I shouldn’t have trusted my friend look out for me.