I met a boy
and I felt his words slither under my skin
when he spoke with alcohol on his breath
and lust in his eyes.
The second time we met
he was high and I started to wonder
if I would ever see what was hiding behind the mask
of intoxication and lies
all spun to get me into his bed.
It's been three months and I'm still wondering.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
I met a boy
and I felt his words slither under my skin
when he spoke with alcohol on his breath
and lust in his eyes.
The second time we met
he was high and I started to wonder
if I would ever see what was hiding behind the mask
of intoxication and lies
all spun to get me into his bed.
It's been three months and I'm still wondering.
