Minimum Impact

You never said you loved me.
You never said you cared.
You never stroked my body.
You never kissed my hair.

You grunted when you came.  I thought:
"Is that what it's about?"
I'd had a tampon in
and I'd just barely got it out.

You offered dirty paper
to wipe away my shame.
I chose to wash with water
and you told me your name.

Your coffee-flavoured semen
trickled down inside my skirt.
My mother thought I was a whore.
You thought that I was dirt.

They say you don't forget your first.
They say it hurts a lot.
I thought that I'd forgotten you
but now you see I've not.

You didn't have me on a string.
You didn't ask to woo me.
You didn't mess inside my head.
You simply chose to screw me.