Unconsented

-I wrote this piece because I needed to write. I didn't focus too much on the flow, so don't be too critical on that part of the poem.

So once there was this boy, as desperate as they get
Hung over a bad break up, can't seem to just forget
He meets this girl; he tries so hard, can't seem to get it right
She tells him there's no chance, but he won't give up this fight

He convinces himself that she must have some feelings
"She has to be lying, and her emotions she's concealing"
Try as he may, desperate he gets; rejected as always,
Scheming and planning, plotting a new game to play

A "sleepover," how clever; this idea he thought through
Make a move, get a kiss, win her heart; how full proof.
A sleepover, she agrees; so oblivious to what's to come
He offers a drink; she refuses; "please just drink one"

Sober she stays, and awkward moments replaced
And a terrible predicament she's suddenly faced
Now his plan put in action; her body lay dormant
A kiss he desires; and takes one in the moment

She struggles beneath him, trying to break free
But now he wants more, and dominance is key
He forces his way through; and pushes himself in
She begs him to stop; his lust sponsors the sin

She holds backs her tears, as he satisfies his needs
She takes the pain in silence, while inside she bleeds
Shocked and violated, traumatized and full of fear
Unaware of how to cope, she's still yet to shed a tear