Now, every time I think of you,
I remember our sinful encounter,
your lust filled gaze.
The whole affair should have never happened.
I didn’t recognize myself when I lay in your arms.
I became older, colder, more rebellious and utterly
open towards you.
We know every inch of each other.
I know you love that, you revel in it.
But I don’t. I feel exposed and completely confused.
I don’t know what came over me that day.
One moment I was a shy wallflower
in the midst of a sea of strangers.
I don’t know whose party it was or if I was even invited.
Then you spotted me in the crowd and came to talk to me.
Most of it is a blur in my head.
We hurriedly ran off together,
our clothes came off,
your lips trailed my neck.
You were huge and experienced,
We explored but didn't truly
discover each other.
After all was done,
There was just silence.
We were silent,
my thoughts were silent.
You tried to embrace me for some moments
but I pushed your arms away.
It was just a transaction.
Looking back, I don’t understand all of it.
I hope we never meet again.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
Now, every time I think of you,
I remember our sinful encounter,
your lust filled gaze.
The whole affair should have never happened.
I didn’t recognize myself when I lay in your arms.
I became older, colder, more rebellious and utterly
open towards you.
We know every inch of each other.
I know you love that, you revel in it.
But I don’t. I feel exposed and completely confused.
I don’t know what came over me that day.
One moment I was a shy wallflower
in the midst of a sea of strangers.
I don’t know whose party it was or if I was even invited.
Then you spotted me in the crowd and came to talk to me.
Most of it is a blur in my head.
We hurriedly ran off together,
our clothes came off,
your lips trailed my neck.
You were huge and experienced,
We explored but didn't truly
discover each other.
After all was done,
There was just silence.
We were silent,
my thoughts were silent.
You tried to embrace me for some moments
but I pushed your arms away.
It was just a transaction.
Looking back, I don’t understand all of it.
I hope we never meet again.
Some people give themselves to others and regret it afterwards. That was the inspiration behind this poem.
