I thought it would be harder,
not his ****,
The situation.
That's what they made me believe,
The teachers with banana condoms
Giving room for the Holy Spirit.
I was made to believe that we would kiss.
And I would contemplate if he was
"the one,"
But, you see, that never happened.
It started with a kiss
And then bigger kiss.
And before I even knew:
There we were.
So simple.
Naked in each other's presence
Sweat glistening like halos
Love no where near.
It was easy.
Easier than I thought
To toss something I held
so dear.
Like trash.

And then we did it again.