Because time will pass, and yet you will not forget

 

Say no love, maybe one day they’ll listen
Maybe they won’t do what you don’t want them to do,
So your mind won’t have to be stuck there
In the room with its blue walls,
With the golden-wood bookshelf and the small window;
Or the bathroom with its bathtub in the middle
Where you once thought only trust could reside.
Before you said no to something and he did it anyway,
Before the thought of your own skin made nausea boil
In your throat, closing, closing so you cannot breathe;
Because time will pass, and yet you will not forget
How it felt to lie there, soundless, motionless
And how he didn’t notice or didn’t want to notice.
How the blue walls never will be safe again,
How there will be nothing left to mend;
No, because I feel dirty, gross, unlovable for something
That has never been my fault.