Neon lights coloring a dark room,
The puffs of smoke obscuring the place,
But one glimpse of you,
And I am lost in your face.
Our bodies swaying to the beat,
Your hands exploring as our bodies,
Grind against each other.
Feeling the tinge of heat,
As you move your lips against mine,
As you’re thinking of how this red headed girl,
Is so fine.
Lost in your smile I am,
Ensnared as you hold my hand,
Amongst the crowd,
As music is blaring loud,
All I hear are the promises of me and you,
The plethora of possibilities I dream to be true!
I bare my truths to you,
Letting you in,
Speaking of the hurt I just went through,
How I was rejected by a boy,
Who played with me as if I were a toy,
Who is captivated by my essence as a chick,
Yet is frightened by the fact,
I am a woman who happens to have a ****.
Lights go off,
Oh, how the boys find me pretty,
Demanding to play,
My body is appealing,
Enticing your senses to focus on touch,
Not woman enough for you to stay,
My origin is too much,
You begin this repetition of “I’m straight,”
Neglecting that my female form,
And feminine aura is what led us to this very date.
If you’re going to attempt to obtain,
Gratification from a girl like me,
Learn to be more secure in your sexuality,
Instead of being a boy who is shady,
Act like a man who deserves this lady.
You weave your web of lies.
So charming I am trapped,
However, your hold upon me is weak,
I refuse to be one,
Of your dying flies.
Your enchanting smile is now a mere memory,
Those true colors are now all I can see,
As your sweet nothings turn stale,
And I a fool for falling,
Into your wicked spell.
You are no different from your predecessors,
All heartless cowards portraying themselves as intrepid knights,
And this travesty of male human nature,
Has engendered this plight,
Of men only desiring me in the beauty of the night.
A sudden change of heart,
By the dawn of day,
While I am left in pieces,
Falling part with the insensitive words, you say.
A Pawn in your childish game,
I am never going to be,
For I am nothing but true,
Yet not the same gift I receive from you,
Though your intention is not to hurt me,
Or so I keep being told,
Oh, how that statement is getting old,
It seems the blame is at what lies,
Between my legs.
It is never you,
Only the blurring of gender that is me,
Despite all of your actions are the same,
A defense of intoxication,
And I fall prey to what I now know as your false facade,
It seems only one of us deserves,
To wallow in a sea of shame.