He wouldn't listen
when I said to stop.
He wouldn't listen
when I said "no."
He wouldn't listen
when I pulled my shirt down,
when I buttoned up my pants.
He only listened
when I fake moaned
as his hands explore my lips,
and not the ones on my face.
He only listened
when I pushed down my shirt
and covered my boobs with my hands.
He only listened
when I lied and said
that I have to go home
to do laundry.
I only listened
to his moans,
when he sucked at my face,
like it was the last thing he'll eat.
I only listened
to his heartbeat,
to forget the feeling
that I was falling apart.
I only listened
to my demons,
telling me I should want this.
Screaming at me that I deserve this.
About the Creator
Falyn Clements
I'm an aspiring poet, freelance writer, teacher, and blogger. I am a college student studying Child Development in hopes of becoming a kindergarten teacher. I'm an animal enthusiast and a cooking, and baking, extraordinaire. Thanks much! xo
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