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Stephanie Irvin
Poems
Aug 2013
W. Heights
I was digging you, heard you had some class.
You handed me a ****** crushed up in a glass.
Soaking up all your words, you wanna take me home,
Up to your apartment, how could I have known?
Giving me those eyes, whispers in my ear.
Felt your hands βround my neck when you pulled me near.
I wanted to leave, my mind already gone.
But you grabbed my wrist when I reached for the phone.
Falling back on your bed, got no one to blame.
You ripped the cord from the wall told me I was insane.
My eyes were closing, your face a blurry mess.
I barely remember you tearing off my dress.
I woke in the morning, hoping someone else was there,
Then I felt your sweaty face nuzzled in my hair.
I got up to leave, you begged me to stay
You said without me, you'd surely die that day.
I let you beg, said youβd never let me fall,
As I ran from the room you threw a bottle at the wall.
Written by
Stephanie Irvin
Athens, OH
(Athens, OH)
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