--- TRIGGER WARNING: themes related to trauma from ****** assault ---
I'm sipping you sweet,
Tangy, sugary, sappy tastes,
All dancing round my tongue
When you kiss me.
But the straw is gonna hit the bottom soon,
And croak as it scrapes the plastic.
How long is it gonna last;
How long is it gonna take
To find a new and fresh faced gal?
When I've grown boring and fat,
You're gonna think back
To when you asked if I'd be okay with polyamory,
And I said no.
You'll shake your head,
Wondering how youthful passion passed so soon.
Who knew a life with the little trauma *****
Wouldn't always stay happy?
I want to do that for you,
I really do.
I wanna give you freedom in love,
And touches that you've been craving your entire life.
I can't though - my mind goes back every time.
It circles round and round,
Until my occipital's eye rolls forward
To watch the memory reel yet again.
I'm folded under my loft bed's sheets,
Laying on my back,
And watching my thumbs type myself to my knees.
But the desperation for affirmation is stronger.
So I do it, even though I don't want to.
I do it because they're telling me to.
I do it because even though I'm not there,
My body is physically responding.
It grieves the death of my innocence.
Performative bisexuality -
Kissing girls in front of men
Who don't give a **** about me.
This is what I associate
With two and one making three.
So that’s why I can’t do that for you.
Due to the aches in my skull,
I'm chaining your wrists to mine.
That's hardly fair though,
And I feel like I'm being cruel.
Seriously, why should you have to care?
Why should you have to care
About the time I was so lonely
That I fed myself to pigs?
Yet I know that you do care,
But I still feel guilty.
I still fear that our summer will eventually end.
We can only share one cup of this sugary stuff
For so long.
What will you drink
When it runs out?
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