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elizabeth green Aug 2014
Tell me it was a dream.
nothing more , just another nightmare.
Let me awaken and you be here.
Holding me.
Tell me it's going to be okay.
Let me know how much you love me.
Please don't leave me.
Not like this.
Tell me it was just a dream.
elizabeth green Aug 2014
it was a winter kind of love,

the kind that spoke with eyes, actions and bodies.
because the chill and cold didn't matter when limbs became tangled.
neither did words. they weren't enough.
why did one have to say, "I love you,"
when it could be spoken through fingers on the spine and lips on the collarbone?
it was the need for presence.
for keeping the hands from getting numb, and making the cheeks warm.
because there's no such thing as too close when it was this cold.

it was a winter kind of love,
the kind that melted like the snow.
*not mine*
elizabeth green Aug 2014
I think back to that night,
That first sip.
That first ****.
At first it was fun.

Then we went to the field,
I was scared.
I wanted to go home
I cried out for help as he got on top of me.
I said no more times then i could count.
screaming in fear
No one could hear me.
no one cared.

I heard a second voice,
"what are you doing"
I kept my eyes shut in fear.
"do i get a turn?"
I heard the second boy ask,
I laid there quietly
as a tear ran down my cheek
"shhhh" he whispers

Tears pour down my face as i lay there
in that empty field.
I try to yell for help
but no one comes.

I wake up the next morning,
make-up smeared down my face.
bruises on my thighs
scratches on my back.
I can never tell..

After all losing your virginity is a night you will never forget.
right?
That's the way its supposed to be.
that first sip.
that first ****.
The first and the last night i ever felt alive.
True story.

— The End —