Over and Over

You are fine.

You haven’t been hurt;

there are no bruises,

no cuts,

no broken arms.

You

are

fine.

He didn’t touch you.

He never forced himself on you.

He didn’t do anything to you,

he stopped,

it didn’t happen.

You

are

fine.

It was just,

a word,

or two,

no harm.

He still loves you.

He

l o v e s

you.

He didn’t mean it.

You are just overreacting.

You wanted to show him

your body,

you wanted to see

his—

You

are

fine.

He never called you a bitch

or a slut

or just a woman,

it was just once,

a meaningless thing.

He didn’t hurt you.

Your heart

isn’t broken over

stupid words.

He only said them

a couple of times.

You deserved to hear them.

He didn’t mean them.

You

are

fine.

You are overreacting.

He wants you,

you want him.

You want sex.

You want it.

You asked for it.

He never touched you.

You were drinking,

you didn’t know what was real,

it wasn’t real,

he loves you.

You

are

f i n e.

YOU ARE FINE.

YOU ARE FINE.

YOU ARE FINE.

(I am not fine, please help me).