Never An Accident

I'm feeling beautiful, 
out at the bar.
I'm talking to new people,
and my friends aren't that far.

You chatted with us,
across the fire pit.
You had a friendly smile,
but fuck... were you lit.

You drunkenly stumble over,
and "bump" into me.
Your hand goes to my ass,
but I think "what if it's just me?"


You're brave enough try it again,
but this time you get yourself a really good feel.
Your hand goes all the way down,
and my disgust becomes real.

I realize it then,
as I shoved you away.
That was never an accident,
and it will never be okay.

That night I should have told my friends,
Instead... now I blame myself,