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her lips
that
first kiss
we hope
her
lips
are
still swollen
we really ******
her mouth
?
















...
..
.
you ever kissed
an
...
..
.
Allyson Walsh Jun 2015
There's no such thing
As no strings attached
Although your emotions are absent

There's no such thing
As no strings attached
Even though I say I'm fine with these decisions

A baseball glove is your future
But for now I will suture
My body back together

Tying it together with the strings
That should never be attached
To sneaking around

You probably call it *******
While your buddies
Pat you on the back

I thought *** was supposed to be
More than just you and me
Keeping our voices down

How
Do you let me through your window
Just to tell me to get dressed and go?

We were fooling around
But it's different now
That you're playing with my heart
For DC
Written October 2014
(One time is enough. Never again.)
(Save your first time and never let it be with someone who considers it "*******".)
Melisha Landreth Feb 2015
Sometimes I feel like a *****..
like my number should be on a bathroom stall
"For a temporary good time call.."
and there would be my number big and bold for the world to see.

That must be where they find it or where I find them because they are all so ******.

What am I doing wrong? Is it me? Is this truly the way that I see myself? No hello beautiful or I want to see you
No, just a 20 minute ***** without even a how are you?

It is funny because now that you don't have any time for me and I know I can't be with him all I want to do is call him and ask if we can have a "Sleepover" and I know he knows what that entails
really no point in staying the night, just turn off the lights
I take off my clothes, we ****, no cuddling or true connection just physical and leaving. You'll *** into the ******, use the restroom, wash your hands, then lay down and pass out and I will be left crying and wondering why I am not good enough to take to dinner, meet your friends really do ANYTHING but be in this bedroom.

But I will slip on my clothes, hold my head high and walk out your front door.
We all know people like this.. just explain to me why we continue to take the punches.. is the *** really that good? No, not really.

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