What You don’t know

You knew a lot of things.

You knew that my favorite ice cream was mint chip.

That I hated the color yellow

That I have a tickle spot on my hip.

That I dreamed to play the cello

You new my sister, my mom, my best friend.

There are plenty of things you didn't know.

You didn't know that the White lines on my leggings weren't a roadmap to your pleasure.

Or that the gasps you heard when you pulled my legs apart was never because I liked it.

Ot that I wasn't scratching your back because I wanted you on top of me.

That I wasn't quiet because it felt good.

It didn't.

-an old entry