his house. in the bath. we just sat for a little while and he looked at me like I was worth anything everything. it smelled like wet grass and it was raining but it wasn't a sad rain. wasn't grey. he looked at me like I was worth anything and I believed I was.
Touch me like you need me Like you needed me that night You needed something that couldn't be lent that couldn't be returned
Feel my hand Merged with yours sweaty and lustful entwined with my fingers as you claim me as yours
Grab my wrist with your razor fingers empty my soul onto a ***** bathroom floor and cling to it all the way to the hospital On the ambulance ride I see my mother and my father behind me Two faded forms through the window I sleep I wake up hours away from my home from you
In my mind you are there in my hands in my heart inside of me bleeding out rapidly in a cold room next to a girl twelve years of age with cherry gashes up and down her arms
I know I know that you are there in my ****** poetry book that I gave from stolen papers and crayons Blood red your favorite color all over printer paper with hearts and cursive.
I know that my work is probably really repetitive to you guys but I'm going through a period of my life where this is all that's on my mind.
my first time was in his bed this senior that i knew he said he was a ****** i knew it wasn’t true he carried me to his room trying to be romantic it just made me more nervous telling me im pretty would've been a better tactic he said he would go gentle, but he got carried away it was the worst pain i ever felt afterwards he just let me lay there sore and feeling broken i’m sure you can guess that ever since, we’ve barely spoken
Enveloped in the warmth of wet skin Salty fingertips grasping onto sticky arms, legs Hair hot with amber and vanilla Cheeks pink, lips pinker Stolen air is sweeter Sweeter breath is stolen Part, slide, gasp and shudder Breathe, breathe, breathe, Melt.