Asking For It

I was asking for it.

He was my boyfriend.

I was asking for it.

We fooled around.

I was asking for it.

He pushed past each of my boundaries.

I was asking for it.

We were in a hotel room. He lit candles and poured wine.

I was asking for it.

I let it happen because I was afraid to say no.

I was asking for it.

I was too scared and ashamed to tell anyone.

I was asking for it.

It happened for two years.

I was asking for it.

I should have said no.

I should have known better.

That’s the lie.

Here’s the truth.

I was never asking for it.

He isolated, brainwashed, and controlled me.

He violated me.

It took me two years to name what happened to me.

The reality was too painful, too shameful.

It should be his pain. His shame.

He should have known better.

I was never asking for it.