lips still red from the hungry mouth of another boy,
examine your face and wonder what they see.
taste of another boy on your breath
his scent in your hair -
makes me feel like i'm watching what's happening from somewhere else.

it was pretty fast.
but not fast like the last time
there's a new sheriff in town that can't be bought for ear kisses
or rough hands down the back of her pants
this time i said no
and he
stopped.
and that is what i deserve.
not what you did to me.

separating the sheep from the goats with a religious eye,
i protect me now.
not your fragile ego.

someone else in the world thinks i am wonderful enough to kiss.