I wore that dress again today The grey one with floral prints The one you selected for me Even though you knew I hated pink. You said those flowers looked good on me And I really did care what you'd think
I wore that dress for you that day I remember all the things you said You called me "beautiful in every way" As you placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. Everything was magical, and I never imagined It would be ruined by the next thing you did
You slid your hand under my dress I never wanted to be touched like that I slapped your face, it was involuntary reflex But you pulled me closer and grabbed my breast. I pushed you away with all my strength Your bruised ego, bruised my eye and then you left
I tried to make sense of how did this happen Blamed the dress for making you act like that I shoved it in a corner, swore I'll never wear it again But I didn't understand why you never came back. Was it so easy to walk away, was it just a game? Did you really think i was gonna give it up like that?
I wore that dress again today Four years later, I have learnt my lesson The dress was not at fault that day Nor I, were to be blamed for treason It was you all along You were the only reason