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this poem may trigger and is entirely, as the title suggests, vile A black room in faded blue light night time party We have drugs and alcohol and nice men for your individual company I drift between all conversations he insults my intelligence he’s so much smarter than me he can prove it without trying and I really believe it A black light lit room he’s been waiting for time to stroke my ego and then put me down I let him My hesitancy is to be expected he's older, he knows more than I could I wouldn’t want to wait my whole life for something I can get now He’s so much smarter than me I am so beautiful worth forehead kisses and lingering touches deserving of his attention So we touch and writhe and then again, later there’s no real witnesses and I feel cared for Then morning light comes and he informs me he did not so I am obligated for round 3 In the bathroom while the shower runs freezing cold over me I messed up, please stop but I must have not been too scared because I only asked and didn’t leave His fist pulled at my scalp and he told me I liked it made me tell him I loved him "You’re never going to get this anywhere else You’re going to come back to me” I'm shaking too hard to hold myself up I’m crying, stifling it into my arm I’m trying to shut up but it hurts and I can’t think "Shut up You want me to come, don’t you?” I want it to be done
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
Vile
this poem may trigger and is entirely, as the title suggests, vile A black room in faded blue light night time party We have drugs and alcohol and nice men for your individual company I drift between all conversations he insults my intelligence he’s so much smarter than me he can prove it without trying and I really believe it A black light lit room he’s been waiting for time to stroke my ego and then put me down I let him My hesitancy is to be expected he's older, he knows more than I could I wouldn’t want to wait my whole life for something I can get now He’s so much smarter than me I am so beautiful worth forehead kisses and lingering touches deserving of his attention So we touch and writhe and then again, later there’s no real witnesses and I feel cared for Then morning light comes and he informs me he did not so I am obligated for round 3 In the bathroom while the shower runs freezing cold over me I messed up, please stop but I must have not been too scared because I only asked and didn’t leave His fist pulled at my scalp and he told me I liked it made me tell him I loved him "You’re never going to get this anywhere else You’re going to come back to me” I'm shaking too hard to hold myself up I’m crying, stifling it into my arm I’m trying to shut up but it hurts and I can’t think "Shut up You want me to come, don’t you?” I want it to be done
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
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