Your unpursed lips Slam against mine Flattening them Holding them still While the rest of us Moves too fast I breathe in your scent Of nicotine and Jack Quickly When your strong hands Suddenly pull My jeans down my thighs My own hands drag your sweatshirt Over your head And your hands are the only thing covering me Everywhere At once With motions I'm unaware of You guide me to The pristine white comforter Thrown on when I heard your knock You toss it back Revealing the mess underneath And without a second thought You dive right in Pulling me with you
I had no idea What I was getting into
And I'm still sleeping in the same sheets Unclean From our sleepless night The used comforter Crumpled up At the end of the bed Mirroring the curled up corpse Of what you have left of me
You were so perfect. And then so not. And I loved every bit of you. Except the other six girls you loved too.