Rape makes me worry.
I worry that the next person I kiss will taste just like you.
I worry that I'll never be able to connect with anyone.
I worry that I'll never be able to enjoy s**.
I worry that while I'm with him, I'll be thinking of you.
I worry that I'll always be scared to walk through town because you might follow me home.
I worry even if you did, I wouldn't have the courage to call the police.
I worry that if I tell anyone, you'll go to prison.
I worry that if I tell anyone, they'll think it's my fault.
I worry about telling my own mother about what you did.
But I'm terrified I have chlamydia. And because it's been so long since that day, you've taken the ability to have children away from me.
And I'm scared shitless you'll never stop destroying me.