Sorry sweetie

the room spun
i was too close to him
i felt his fingers on my skin
i thought of you
i pushed him away
but the ground swayed
he held me again
i said 'no' so many times
i meant it, i think.
the room got smaller and darker
i asked him what he'd do if she found out
what i was supposed to do if you knew..
hands still crawling on my skin
the tide of alcohol turning my stomach

last night now seems like a dream woven into my sleep,
the details unreachable...
the details arent important

sorry