In regards to promiscuity
A man gets a cheer and a clap
While a woman gets a slap
On the wrist
And a tsk tsk

Oh the double standard

You make:

My hands shake
My ground quake
My heart break
My head ache
My tears lake
My brain wake

Everyday

I become a little more you
And a little less me
Picking up bits and pieces
Until I lose myself completely

I place my head on your chest
Let the rise and fall lul me to sleep
Feel your warm breath
Send shivers down my neck

Our legs intertwined
Your hand lost in my hair
I listen to the music
Of your heartbeat

My dreams come
To whisk me away
But I know I’m safe
Snuggled in your arms

Silence speaks louder than words
You’re silence is screaming
Echoing inside my brain
“Your not good enough”

You can stop talking
I understand
I hear your silence
Loud and clear