You do not taste like cherries
Cherries taste like you

once a boy punched me
once a boy became my confidant
once a boy kissed me
and now we forever lie six feet apart

Shame is a thing I do not know
Not when he kisses me
Or ***** me slow

Shame is a thing I do not know
Not when she touches me
Or moans from below

Shame is a thing I do not know
Not when my mouth drinks
With the light down low

Shame is not a friend, nor foe
Shame is the man in the mirror
When it all disappears

Irony is *** is both my drug and disruption
Because Shame only welcomed himself in
When I felt your hands around my throat

You call him a ***
If only you knew
Though it’s for laughs
There’s one standing in front of you

And twitches are his shoulders
And glances are his eyes
For the secret of us
Would not survive