This painful
Wondering
Are my assumptions correct
Of his actions
Oh God
If he did
What is
The world coming to and
Why
Does it bother me?

He's not mine.
That's a fact and I
Can't complain but I felt like
I might
Void the
Contents of my stomach
Brilliant pain
Of food exiting the way it entered
Searing me

He is not mine
But if he had been
Maybe
It could be okay
And I wouldn't
Night before 1 of my 2 days
Would be spent
In formal wear
With strangers
Arguing
Be feeling the urge
To make crimson flower
From my hips, thighs, stomach.