my ankle was dried out from
the blazing summer sun
from the time at the beach with you.
it was the best day
but it turned so dark
so ******* quick
we were sat in my car
the windows down, breeze
flowing through the air
and i handed you a dollar
to pay for my coffee
but you declined my offer.
so i put it in your shirt pocket
and you made a joke about strippers
and i made a joke about strippers
except
you didn’t find my joke funny
you never did
your face turned as hot and red
as the sunburn on my ankle
that now felt itchy
you questioned me
interrogated me
for something i did before i knew you
and you left me by myself
threw the dollar at me
and walked away as my tears start to fall
they don’t affect you though
they never really did
so i run out of the car
but you’re already buckled into yours
and slowly pulling away
telling me out the window
“don’t talk to me right now. you disgust me”
i have never felt so hollow in my life
like i could fall over and
shatter into a million pieces
i walk inside my house.
“how was your day sweetie?”
i respond how i always do
“it was amazing. i’ll tell you later.”
my ankle is itchy
i sit on my bed
and i scratch
and scratch
and scratch.
it hurts more than it itches now
but i continue to scratch.
my nail finds a permanent groove
it continues to scratch.
it hurts now. it’s bleeding.
but i am telling myself
that i deserve this for what i’ve done.
i am disgusting. how could i have done that. i’m a horrible girlfriend.
i look down and see red
it’s all over my fingers
underneath my nails.
i feel
accomplished.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
my ankle was dried out from
the blazing summer sun
from the time at the beach with you.
it was the best day
but it turned so dark
so ******* quick
we were sat in my car
the windows down, breeze
flowing through the air
and i handed you a dollar
to pay for my coffee
but you declined my offer.
so i put it in your shirt pocket
and you made a joke about strippers
and i made a joke about strippers
except
you didn’t find my joke funny
you never did
your face turned as hot and red
as the sunburn on my ankle
that now felt itchy
you questioned me
interrogated me
for something i did before i knew you
and you left me by myself
threw the dollar at me
and walked away as my tears start to fall
they don’t affect you though
they never really did
so i run out of the car
but you’re already buckled into yours
and slowly pulling away
telling me out the window
“don’t talk to me right now. you disgust me”
i have never felt so hollow in my life
like i could fall over and
shatter into a million pieces
i walk inside my house.
“how was your day sweetie?”
i respond how i always do
“it was amazing. i’ll tell you later.”
my ankle is itchy
i sit on my bed
and i scratch
and scratch
and scratch.
it hurts more than it itches now
but i continue to scratch.
my nail finds a permanent groove
it continues to scratch.
it hurts now. it’s bleeding.
but i am telling myself
that i deserve this for what i’ve done.
i am disgusting. how could i have done that. i’m a horrible girlfriend.
i look down and see red
it’s all over my fingers
underneath my nails.
i feel
accomplished.
the scar still haunts me from this on my ankle