I Took a Plane, I Took a Train... It Always Ends the Same

Just so you know, you ruined The New Pornographers for me. That's far from your greatest infraction but still... How am I to get to Myriad Harbour now?

It plays on my speakers and I'm transported to our car rides. All the burns we took; the smiles we made. And then I recall the mustiness of your breath. The perversion in your nature. I remember how you fucked me. From behind. No eye contact. I may as well have been a Fleshlight. I think back to how you collapsed after you reached your climax. I, on the other hand, let out not a single moan; moved not once to meet your thrusts. My arguments were feeble, I'll give you that, but you certainly met resistance. You pushed through though. You're such a trooper. You raped me. Maybe not violently, but it was plain to see I was not in my right mind, and under the influence of more than your wanton desires. You drifted to sleep as I collapsed in my dorm shower. Scrubbing you out from inside of me, trying to feel empowered over ashamed. I threw you out, you had seen my naked body but you will never see me this exposed.