I think way too deeply.
I don't think at all.
I'm yawning at the party,
I stumble through the hall.
I tell him all my feelings,
He takes me back outside.
My lashes softly fluttering
Over my sleepy eyes.
Everything is blurry,
I know it’s not the time
But I let his his mouth, his breath, his lips
All push up against mine.
We roll our tongues all sloppy,
My eyes roll back to Mars.
I'm falling limp beneath his grip,
I think I'm seeing stars.
My thin and bony wrist,
His chubby fingers wrap around.
His other hand lays flat against
My waistline, and moves down,
A pocketful of dignity
He grabs, now his to keep.
I wake up, shake myself, protest—
He doesn’t hear a peep.
All he does is whine and groan,
And trap me with his words.
I’m writhing in a web of truth
As fragile as a bird.
Powerless, and all to blame,
My kisses led him on.
What reason did I have to stop?
Why am I always wrong?
About the Creator
L H
Strange, confused, tired. I'm an English grad and a bumbling pile of trash. Evidently, I'm a raging optimist! I think a lot, but never about the things I should. I want to talk about life, and I want to make it better. Let's do it!
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