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Jan 2013
Late night trying to enjoy my show
I tried to convince him not to go
But he came with me
The whole time spewing **** about our destiny
All I ******* wanted was to jam at my show
He kept trying to grind on me and wouldn't let go.
So I'd disappear into the pit
Just to get away for a bit
I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face
"Jesus Christ *******! Give me some space!"
So I'd smoke a cigarette
Because his company? I was ******* sick of it
We sat by the fire, while the show played
He'd whisper in my ear about how he wanted to get laid
Feeling uncomfortable. "Uh...Ok?"
I just wanted to see my ******* band play!
Decided to leave early
Cuz I couldn't stand his pressure clearly
He tried to kiss me
And get a feel against me
Pushed him away and said not today
BECAUSE I JUST WANTED TO SEE THE BAND PLAY
The whole way home, calling me princess
******* kid, your NOT catching my interest
He'd talk about his fetish or slapping my ***
Still wishing I had more cigarettes, I told him I didn't care
That I wasn't going to **** him at all, anywhere
What if I called you a *****?
Hmmm, NOT AT ALL, *******, YOU WISH
Still ****** and wondering what I got myself into.
I just wanted to see the mother ******* band play
So after a ****** 30 minute drive
I pulled into the lot between the lines
Ok, alright, have a good night.
He just sat in my car, pushing the subject
On getting me upstairs, to get his **** wet
Not that kinda girl, and I'm not sorry
Cuz I've got a guy who's got love for me
He didn't care, he took my keys and said "I'm *****."
Upstairs for 5 minutes, just give me a little baby.
Why am I trapped in this cliche...

**I didn't even get to see the band play...
Jenay Breden
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Jenay Breden
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