IV.
the boy takes you into his house and you come home that night with bruises on your neck. you took your shirt off
and threw it on his carpet and you’re trying to forget how he asked to kiss your stomach
and you said "no" too loudly. you kept telling the boy you wanted to leave,
but he kept kissing you and asking you to stay, and now you haven’t slept
and you have to hold open your eyelids if you want to get anything done. he keeps telling you that
you’re beautiful as if it should fix everything, as if his opinion alone can cure you, but all you can do is thank him
and hope he can’t see past the walls in your eyes.
he drives you home and you’re wearing another boy’s sweatshirt, but you're past caring.
you wonder offhand what he would do if he knew, and that’s all, and you stop wondering.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
IV.
the boy takes you into his house and you come home that night with bruises on your neck. you took your shirt off
and threw it on his carpet and you’re trying to forget how he asked to kiss your stomach
and you said "no" too loudly. you kept telling the boy you wanted to leave,
but he kept kissing you and asking you to stay, and now you haven’t slept
and you have to hold open your eyelids if you want to get anything done. he keeps telling you that
you’re beautiful as if it should fix everything, as if his opinion alone can cure you, but all you can do is thank him
and hope he can’t see past the walls in your eyes.
he drives you home and you’re wearing another boy’s sweatshirt, but you're past caring.
you wonder offhand what he would do if he knew, and that’s all, and you stop wondering.
