You took my innocence and I took your name
not literally, but I made myself forget it.
I forced your face and your name out of my mind, like it was never there to begin with.
I got rid of the phone you texted me on.
I burned the clothes you so eagerly took off my body.
If I can forget your name then I can forget that it ever happened right?
You didn't stop me in the street to admire my beauty, something that at 16 I didn't realize was the wrong way to approach a woman.
You didn't invite me to your house and violate every inch of who and what I am, something that I avoided recognizing once that seed of doubt was planted in my mind.
Officer said he is a nice guy, i'll take his word for it and forget this ever happened.
You didn't happen and it never happened.
If you are too drunk to say no than you asked for it to happen.
If you accepted male attention than you asked for it to happen.
Lets just be quiet and forget this ever happened.

when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?

I really thought things were going well for me. For a solid second, I felt sunshine creep through the thickets. Turns out everything was that shade of green I really liked, not bleak black darkness. It felt kinda warm for a moment, not gonna lie. But when I turned around you burned me. I don't know why I thought that was surprising. My skin was sizzling and peeling and after awhile, all I could see was patterned scabbing lit by that sunshine. I wasn't sure if I was laughing or crying.

She had a porcelain complexion
But make no objection
She was perfection
She had soft doe eyes
And a smile that could light up the night
Sometimes
We would lie awake
Stay up late
Talking till the morning started peaking through my stupid shades
Her soul was truthful
It was beautiful
But somewhere along the line someone broke her so now she tries to hide
Behind
Little thin white lies
And a harsh abbrassive guise
In reality
She loves deeply,
Softly
And completely
But I never loved her because she couldn't let me