this poem may trigger and is entirely, as the title suggests, vile
A black room in faded blue light
night time party
We have drugs and alcohol and nice men
for your individual company
I drift between all conversations
he insults my intelligence
he’s so much smarter than me
he can prove it without trying
and I really believe it
A black light lit room
he’s been waiting for time
to stroke my ego and then put me down
I let him
My hesitancy is to be expected
he's older, he knows more than I could
I wouldn’t want to wait my whole life
for something I can get now
He’s so much smarter than me
I am so beautiful
worth forehead kisses and lingering touches
deserving of his attention
So we touch and writhe
and then again, later
there’s no real witnesses
and I feel cared for
Then morning light comes
and he informs me he did not
so I am obligated for round 3
In the bathroom
while the shower runs
freezing cold over me
I messed up, please stop
but I must have not been too scared
because I only asked and didn’t leave
His fist pulled at my scalp
and he told me I liked it
made me tell him I loved him
"You’re never going to get this anywhere else
You’re going to come back to me”
I'm shaking too hard to hold myself up
I’m crying, stifling it into my arm
I’m trying to shut up
but it hurts and I can’t think
"Shut up
You want me to come, don’t you?”
I want it to be done
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
this poem may trigger and is entirely, as the title suggests, vile
A black room in faded blue light
night time party
We have drugs and alcohol and nice men
for your individual company
I drift between all conversations
he insults my intelligence
he’s so much smarter than me
he can prove it without trying
and I really believe it
A black light lit room
he’s been waiting for time
to stroke my ego and then put me down
I let him
My hesitancy is to be expected
he's older, he knows more than I could
I wouldn’t want to wait my whole life
for something I can get now
He’s so much smarter than me
I am so beautiful
worth forehead kisses and lingering touches
deserving of his attention
So we touch and writhe
and then again, later
there’s no real witnesses
and I feel cared for
Then morning light comes
and he informs me he did not
so I am obligated for round 3
In the bathroom
while the shower runs
freezing cold over me
I messed up, please stop
but I must have not been too scared
because I only asked and didn’t leave
His fist pulled at my scalp
and he told me I liked it
made me tell him I loved him
"You’re never going to get this anywhere else
You’re going to come back to me”
I'm shaking too hard to hold myself up
I’m crying, stifling it into my arm
I’m trying to shut up
but it hurts and I can’t think
"Shut up
You want me to come, don’t you?”
I want it to be done
