you are a transgression of insults
and you bruise me as easily as
a peach is welted in the fall from a counter top.
oh, and how i fell;
i lusted for your lies,
the way you looked at me,
the warm grasp of your hand,
your rough palm against my back.
looking back,
it is easy to see that i was your rebound girl.
and i just wish that you hadn't drawn me in so quickly,
because i would be there for you again
in a heartbeat.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
you are a transgression of insults
and you bruise me as easily as
a peach is welted in the fall from a counter top.
oh, and how i fell;
i lusted for your lies,
the way you looked at me,
the warm grasp of your hand,
your rough palm against my back.
looking back,
it is easy to see that i was your rebound girl.
and i just wish that you hadn't drawn me in so quickly,
because i would be there for you again
in a heartbeat.
this poem ***** ehh
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