What a sight
Harsh, bright light
Mattress stripped of sheets.
Sea of clothing on the floor
(you didn't clean anymore)
Pack of condoms on the nightstand
Your balled fist
My shaking hands.
Have some *****!
(maybe a fifth?)
I was certain these situations
Were merely high school myth.
Fifteen years old in your cellar
My mothers questions
(You said never tell her.)
I couldn't know it was a mistake
(Though later I found out
Since I was drunk
It was ****.)
Why did you even keep me around?
I was so lost
But believed I was found.
But let me ask you this:
If I had said no...
How fast would you have sent me home?