Forgive Me

This memory drives me to the brink of sanity,
Drowns me in a pit of uncertainty and self hate,
You can forgive a child, but an adult of 18?
A young, sexy girl of 18,
I’m sleeping in his bed, why am i there? I don’t recall,
It must be my fault, It must be a mistake,
I awake, for the briefest of moments,
His hand in my knickers,
Touching me.
I feel sick.
My head spins.
I fall asleep.
In the morning all is well,
Family life continues like before,
The world hasn’t ended,
He makes me a coffee,
A mistake it must have been,
It’s my fault.
I’m sorry.